140 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



By this time pigs were seen runing all over the 

 place, and in the next half-hour or so three more boars 

 were accounted for, the spears falling to Beresford, 

 Ferguson and Angelo : though none of these last three 

 pigs were monsters, they were good fighters. The line 

 of elephants and coolies which had stopped beating 

 now begun moving ahead, and a couple of shots from the 

 the elephants was followed by a big boar bounding in 

 the open ; we could see he was a real good 'un, and after 

 a slight hesitation he made for the Modoopore village 

 jungles. Lord William, on a little game-looking brown 

 waler, took him out a good pace and pushed him from 

 first, and when just about closing the boar dashed into a 

 rather heavy-looking bush. Beresford rode round to 

 the other side, and the boar no sooner heard him than 

 down he came at the -pas-de-clxarge, — there was a 

 collision, the spear flew from his Lordship's hand, who 

 pulled up short, and the next moment a big gash was 

 seen on the horse's stifle, which was soon crimsoned 

 with blood, while the boar sullenly retired again in the 

 bush. Coming out on the other side he gave his 

 attention next to Fife, from whom he got a good stab, 

 the boar going back again in the jungle. Angelo then 

 rode up with a shout, and this was answered by the boar 

 coming and charging, and receiving another stab he 

 retired again. This happened some three or four con- 

 secutive times, till at last our shouts provoking no 

 response, some of us went round to the furthest end, 

 and peeping in saw the boar extended on his side. This 



