2oo Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



Seizing one, and leaving my friend to find another 

 steed, I galloped back. A.'s pony lay stretched out in 

 its last sleep, and the slayer, disdaining flight, stood, 

 champing his tusks, awaiting my charge. When I 

 was within twenty yards he rushed at me with a 

 series of absurd bounds, the broken shaft of the 

 spear protruding from him like the horn of a 

 unicorn. I could not help laughing ; he looked so 

 queer. My horse swerved at these unusual tactics 

 and such an uncanny appearance, so I inflicted but a 

 slight wound ; however, the effect of it was, that the 

 brute turned round swiftly and chased me. Keeping 

 out of harm's way I made a detour and again went 

 at him. He met me so pluckily that we closed 

 with a crash. My spear went right through him, 

 entering at the back and protruding through the 

 bowels, so I was fain to let go the shaft, my horse 

 only escaping being cut by a sudden bound to the 

 left. The boar pulled up, eying me viciously. 

 Fortunately A. was remounted and galloping up, 

 followed by some syces with extra weapons. Having 

 secured one of them, we both closed with the un- 

 clean beast. Our antagonist was game to the end, 

 fighting desperately until he turned over and expired. 

 He was rolling in fat, with tusks nine and a half 

 inches round the curve. Sending for coolies to take 

 him to the camp, A. and I rode towards the others. 

 E. and B. had killed the young boar, E/s horse 

 having been slightly cut. C. and F., D. and G. had 

 killed two boars and a barren sow. The latter had 

 run up the spear and bitten G. severely in the right 

 foot, 



We then adjourned to ground nearer the camp, 



