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both he and Hills went rushing at each other from 

 opposite directions at full speed, and the next moment 

 the boar was seen to go round and round and then fall 

 over dead. This was a fine and well-made boar and 

 stood 35", and would have, no doubt, shown some good 

 fighting had not the first spear done for him. 



We had barely remounted our horses, when the vil- 

 lagers told us of their being a bansa in the next patch 

 of grass, and sure enough we had scarcely gone in the 

 place, then right in the middle of it, there was a big 

 bansa. The place looked rather old and deserted, and 

 the shouting and yelling all round, and the volleys of 

 clods having brought no reponse, we decided to see for 

 ourselves what the place contained. Hayes and Abbott 

 got off their horses, and while Ted went to have a look 

 through the main entrance, Shrimp got on to the roof 

 of the bansa, and what followed is simply next to impos- 

 sible to describe. Mr. Pig, who was comfortably asleep 

 in his home strongly resented being jumped upon, was 

 up in an instant and made his exit through the roof, 

 sending Shrimp up like a rocket, while Ted cleared a 

 ditch he could not under ordinary circumstances have 

 done even if he had wings. The boar as he rushed out 

 of the place looked most comical, as he carried round his 

 snout a lot of the dry grass that had got caught in his 

 tushes as he jumped up. 



Instead of making for the open piggy went straight 

 for the village, and took us a wild goose chase by lanes, 

 through court-yards, and between houses, and it is a 



