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Indians ! I was but a boy, and never had an 

 opportunity of riding to hog, which even now 

 I would give half a life were it to come over 

 again to do. But I was very proud of my 

 boar. 



The hounds, who seemed to have no wish to 

 come very near him, were now reaching the 

 verge of the copse, with Carabine close at them. 

 I caught glimpses of some of the guns moving, 

 and set up the French '^ who — whoop " — hal- 

 lali ! hallali ! — if my recollection of their terms 

 of chase be right. The hounds quickened their 

 pace, and with Carabine took the stream 

 gallantly. St. Simon and the rest appeared. 

 I was no longer a muffin, but the slayer of the 

 famed boar of the forest. My luck was envied, 

 my prowess and coolness extolled. I kept my 

 own counsel. 



And so fell my first wild boar ; and though 

 I have killed others, they never equalled that 

 first. 



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