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gave us a lot of trouble, as the only thing he did was 

 to run from one field of aeree into another. Joynson 

 at last by making a dash secured the first spear just as 

 the boar was disappearing into a very extensive piece 

 of aeree, and it was only by destroying half of the crop 

 that the elephants could turn him out of it. By the 

 time we had finished with this pig the sun was rather 

 low down on the horizon, and as we had some five or 

 six miles to ride home and a river to cross, we had to 

 give up hunting rather earlier then usual. 



As Hills and I had to ride into Berhampore next 

 evening for Mosley's dinner, we decided to hunt in the 

 forenoon across the small river Bhoirup, which was on 

 our way in, and see if we could not give a little more 

 shikare to our guests. We were up very early, but a 

 heavy fog prevented us from making a move, and when 

 we did so at about eight o'clock it was as bad as ever. 

 The beaters, elephants and spare horses had been sent 

 head across the river, and as we rode we went through 

 all the likely-looking patches of wheat, and before our 

 journey came to an end we came to what, I should say, 

 was a rather interesting sight ! ! ! Looming through the 

 mist appeared to our astonished gaze a big piebald 

 soor, evidently one having close relationship to some 

 of his more civilized confreres and what do you think 

 he was doing, — trying to improve the breed and making 

 love to a lady of the true sus indicus blood. This was 

 too much for old Archie who never spares a curly tail 

 if found anywhere trying to infringe on the rights of 



