106 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



tired, the usual effect of a blank day, and we required, 

 indeed, Bollinger to revive our drooping spirits ! ! ! 



Having to go to some new country across the big 

 river Bhoirup, we turned in early and after a single 

 rubber. Early next morning saw us on the move after 

 a substantial chota hazree of bacon and eggs and hot 

 coffee. It was scarcely yet day-light when we got to 

 the river, but the crossing of a dozen or so of horses, 

 beaters and elephants across a broad stream takes some- 

 time, and it was past eight o'clock before we all found 

 ourselves on the left bank of the Bhoirup. 



The cover to beat consisted mostly of wheat with 

 patches of aeree and a little remnant of grass among 

 the babool trees, the country, though new in a sense, 

 was about a couple of miles or so north of that well- 

 known old preserve at Goreebpore. Close to where we 

 had crossed was a rather extensive field of aeree, and 

 the noise made by the elephants soon started a couple of 

 pigs — one a good-sized boar. We were soon after 

 him and he made straight for the Goreebpore bil, but 

 Hills having headed him, he turned back, and after a 

 very close and exciting ride between Archie and John- 

 stone, the former secured the spear. Johnstone drew 

 blood first, but was disallowed the spear owing to his 

 having ridden foul and speared the pig on the near side. 

 This was not a big boar but very game, and stood 

 31". 



Returning to where we had left the elephants and 

 beaters we next moved towards a very likely-looking 



