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strong enough to make an impression on the more re- 

 fractory boars, when a shout from the beaters put us on 

 the qui vive. We had not long to wait when a big 

 lanky-looking pig — there was no mistaking him for 

 a sow — trotted away towards the maidan, and having 

 gone a short distance from the patiale the order to 

 ride was given. The first part of the going was very 

 soft, and the boar must have gone fully a mile before 

 we picked him up ; but piggy was not inclined to exert 

 himself much, so after one or two jinks he turned round 

 and came a grand charge into Morey, who only got a 

 slight dig and had a narrow shave of having his mare 

 cut ; the boar gave his attention next to Lyall, who got 

 a very good second spear ; but had his Cabulie slightly 

 cut; Morey finishing the boar, his mare, Lady-bird, 

 behaving admirably. This was a very tall pig, but with 

 a rather poor head and measured 36*. We had scarce- 

 ly ridden back to our positions when a roar from the 

 crowd of spectators told us pigs had broken out 

 again. This time there were three and all boars ; but 

 only one fit to be killed, and we were soon after him. 

 The going at first was very bad, mostly through soft 

 paddy fields where the horses sank deep, so by the time 

 we came on terms with the boar he was not far from 

 some village jungles. Lyall was the first up, and piggy 

 who did not care being pushed was round in an instant, 

 and the next moment he was rolling with his legs in 

 the air, one spear was enough. This was not a big pig, 

 but had lots of fight in him, and measured 29/ 



