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him ; but as she stood up she rolled over again nearly 

 falling on Archie Hills. I went off at once to get some 

 liquor, and when I got back all the rest of the party had 

 come up, but barring a bad shaking, and being a good 

 deal bruised, old Hills had no bones broken or any- 

 thing serious the matter with him — but, as for the 

 poor, old mare, alas ! her hunting days were over. We 

 managed to make her stand and send her to the fac- 

 tory ; she had, however, not gone far when she staggered 

 and fell over dead. The accident, or rather the fall, was 

 caused through galloping over hard ploughed land where 

 there were a lot of big, lose clods about, and as the mare 

 put her foot over one of these, instead of being crushed 

 it simply rolled away bringing her down, and as she 

 was going at a good pace she went a cmplete some r- 

 sault, receiving fatal internal injuries. 



Though, as I said before, shaken a good deal, Archie 

 Hills, that modern Bayard, and ardent foe of the por- 

 cine tribe was quite ready for the fray again. After 

 lunch we proceeded to some nice-looking grass near 

 the village of Kholebad, and we were not long in putting 

 up a sow and a boar, the sow breaking back in the 

 village, while the boar, a lanky -looking-beast, made 

 tracks for the patiale. We were soon all after him, 

 the boar going his best pace and clearing the furrows 

 and ridges in long bounds. Old Archie, whose mettle 

 was up, and who knew the line of country the pig was 

 making for, rode well to his left. Piggy soon found 

 out what was meant, and was round in an instant, and 



