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walers seemed to be gone in the loins, the Arab was a 

 screw, and the only sound nag was the country-bred 

 mare. After a good dinner, washed down with sundry 

 jugs of tap beer, and followed by a few games of vingt 

 et un, in which Lindsay distinguished himself by losing 

 heavily, we turned in. 



Early on the morning of the 12th we found ourselves 

 at the patiale, the one furthest from the house or rather 

 factory. A couple of elephants and some fifty beaters 

 with some fire-works was all that we had to turn our 

 quarry out with. As this was one of the early meets of 

 the patiale, the pigs were not the knowing ones they 

 became latter on, and they did not require very much 

 stirring up. 



Scarcely were the first bombs (fire-works) let off, 

 and the echo from the coolie's howl died out, then out 

 jumped a dozen or so of pigs, some getting back in the 

 village and only one good boar facing the open. We 

 were soon after him and were fast gaining, when seeing 

 the bil near the pig turned and made for it and was 

 soon swimming across. We allowed him to go a short 

 distance, and then quickly trotted round to the opposite 

 side. He was allowed to land, and as soon as he had 

 made up his mind to clear out we begun riding him; 

 and piggy, rather surprised in seeing us again, went 

 away at his best pace. The going was splendid, mostly 

 through young wheat, and after a burst of about a mile 

 Morey got alongside the boar and secured first spear, 

 his pony, Punch, behaving admirably, Ferguson getting 



