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back several paces, but I quickly withdrew the blade 

 and stabbed him several times. Although all but liors 

 de combat, the plucky brute made a feint at me, then 

 sprang aside, and went for the horse's quarter. I 

 gave him a good dig in the ribs as he did so, but he 

 just managed to reach my noble quadruped and to 

 inflict, I am thankful to say, but a superficial cut, the 

 marks of which, however, he bore to his dying day. 

 This rough treatment invigorated the horse, who at 

 once sprang up and saluted the boar with both heels, 

 sending the foe a perfect somersault. In a moment 

 after I was on to him, and drove my blade from the 

 back of the head into the spine, and then the grizzly 

 boar laid down his life. 



Get only the best blades for spears. There was no 

 one formerly who could compete with Arnachillum of 

 Salem in their manufacture, but he is dead and his 

 sons do not carry on his business, preferring to fight 

 for (and will eventually lose in law expenses) the 

 wealth the old man had amassed. I was assured that 

 in the workshop at Dawlaishwarum, the Government 

 armourers could turn out weapons equal to, if not 

 superior, to the Salem ones. I had half-a-dozen made 

 for me. The first hog I speared with one of them, 

 fortunately broke the beast's back. Withdrawing the 

 weapon, I endeavoured in vain to drive it in again. 

 No wonder that it would not penetrate the point had 

 curled up ! So C. of my regiment had to come to 

 the rescue and kill the boar for me. 



Leaving Condapilly at five in the evening, I arrived 

 at Masulipatam by seven next morning. I put up 

 with a friend who was to be one of our party, and 

 became an honorary member of his mess, so enjoyed 



