148 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



The eleventh pig was killed after a long run. Mal- 

 colm, who had gone with the Nawab's party, securing 

 the first spear. The twelfth, a fat, young boar, was 

 killed after a sharp run through herds of cattle, Fergu- 

 son getting the spear. The thirteenth, a small boar, 

 was first ridden by Angelo round the chur, but letting 

 him go, as he looked all the world like a sow, was killed 

 by Fasson. The fourteenth, a very good boar, was killed 

 after a good deal of bother as he had several spears 

 sticking in him, and no horses would go up to him, Hills 

 getting the first spear. It was now eleven o'clock — 

 rather a late hour for April to stop out — so a move was 

 made towards the Modoopore Factory where we were 

 going to spend the day. Stocks, Stacks and Austin, 

 who had remained behind, got another boar, one of 

 Nawab's party getting the first spear. 



After bathing and dressing and an excellent tiffin 

 we turned into our pyjamas for our forty-winks. The 

 Nawab and his party made themselves comfortable under 

 the shade of a big almond tree near the bungalow, and 

 amused themselves by shooting doves and playing cards. 



As the day was cool a move was made towards the 

 Null at about 3 p.m., but it was past four, o'clock be- 

 fore the elephants could he got into line, and the beat 

 resumed. A pig was soon out on the chur, and seemed 

 to be making towards the river. Hills, Ferguson and 

 a host of others were soon after him, when he turned 

 back for the preserve. Hills, who was soon alongside, 

 gave him a spear— a right good one — but he managed 



