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without a bristle on him, and the beau ideal of a Bengal 

 boar. This was too much for Morey who after hurling 

 a few anathemas at piggy for causing him to break the 

 Sabbath got hold of a spear and rushed after him. The 

 going at first was rather bad as most of the country was 

 under water, and the boar, who objected to have a 

 swim, stuck along a high ridge covered with grass. 

 Blind holes and ditches were rather plentiful, so it 

 was not long before Morey came to grief into one of 

 them. He was, however, soon remounted, and the boar, 

 who was very lusty and slow, was soon pumped, and 

 this was rather lucky, as Morey's Cabulie was far from 

 being fresh or fast. After a good deal of turning and 

 twisting the boar made a desperate charge at Morey 

 whose horse he nearly brought down, and as he was a 

 very tough customer, he did not seem to mind much the 

 spears he got. Being rather blown piggy next took 

 shelter in a heavy piece of gehema, and as he was done up 

 and feeling, I should say, a little sick, we thought there 

 would be no getting him again. No sooner, however, 

 we got the coolies together, then he made a dash for the 

 next cover, which was the identical patch of jhute from 

 where we had first started him. Morey rode round to 

 the opposite side, and no sooner the boar heard him 

 than he rushed out of the place and went bounding to 

 meet him. Morey was taken by surprise, and before 

 he could put on steam the boar was on him and landed 

 nearly on the top of his horse. Fortunately the pig 

 had very blunt tushes, and the only thing he did was to 



