1 90 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



he eying me all the time, but only turned round OD 

 a pivot, so as ever to present his front. When I had 

 a clear thirty yards run, I gave the horse the 

 reins he required no spurs and as I charged, the 

 .boar, with every bristle in his mane on end and with 

 many a savage grunt, came at me with a series of 

 ludicrous bounds. I could scarcely help laughing, but 

 as I had no second spear, my syce being nowhere in 

 sight, I had to be cautious, so aimed at the point of 

 the shoulder. The weapon went in and through him, 

 coming out a good foot on the right side. I was 

 forced to let the spear go ; the plucky brute missing a 

 savage prod he made at my horse, and then for the 

 second time chased me, trussed like a fowl ! I just 

 then caught sight of my horsekeeper, and galloped off 

 to him. The boar had stopped his pursuit and was 

 attempting to draw the spear with his teeth. While 

 so engaged I got hold of the spare weapon and 

 renewed the fight. It was not easy to close, for the 

 shaft that transfixed him swayed to and fro, one end 

 being leaded and the other as sharp as a razor. But 

 the difficulty was further increased as the boar was 

 still full of fight, and invariably rushed to meet me. 

 For some time I could do little more than prod him, 

 but not liking so one-sided a game, the foe managed to 

 rush in. My mount rose to spring over him, the hori- 

 zontal spear-shaft caught him in the fore feet, and he 

 went an awful cropper. I fell clear but still held on to 

 my new weapon. The horse I was afraid was injured 

 as he did not rise at once. I was considerably shaken, 

 still quite calm, so seeing the boar bearing down on 

 my prostrate nag I interposed, and received him on 

 the point. Exhausted as was the hog, he drove me 



