142 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



The cool and cloudy weather we had, had a very good 

 effect in making the pigs come out much more easily 

 than they would have done otherwise. The line of 

 beaters and elephants have scarcely come to the end of 

 the beat when there is a roar from the coolies, and away 

 goes a score or so of pigs — goes pigs to the right, goes 

 pigs to the left, goes pigs everywhere, — but they are 

 only the widows and orphans of those we have killed in 

 the morning. A good-sized boar, however, soon follows 

 them, and after having had a look round he trots away 

 towards Modoopore. Angelo and three others, includ- 

 ing myself, are soon after him, and he goes away in big 

 bounds. The run is very sharp, and Angelo is just about 

 closing, when the pig dashes into a heavy-looking bush, 

 the identical piece of jungle where the boar that 

 had cut Lord William's horse had gone into. We ride 

 round to the opposite side, but do not see any signs of 

 the boar coming out, though we can hear him rustling 

 inside — and now a most wonderful sight is seen. The 

 big boar killed in the morning has not yet been removed 

 and is lying still and stark, the pig we are after goes 

 up to it, and after vainly attempting to rouse it, goes 

 and lies down alongside it. We gaze at this interesting 

 sight, but only for a short time, for piggy, I suppose, 

 seeing there is no chance of his deceiving us, gets up 

 and dashes into the nearest jungle, but not before 

 Angelo has given him a taste of cold steel. We thought 

 at first that this boar had managed to get away by 

 crawling among some of the ditches ; but the beaters 



