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coolly, when, without looking round to see who was 

 galloping up to him, he called out, " It's no use, A., 

 I have the legs of you." " It may be," I replied, 

 "but you have not the legs of me," and passed him, 

 spearing the boar three times before anyone else came 

 up. C. was soon on hand, but his Cape horse, which 

 had behaved so admirably in the morning, would 

 not approach a pig now T , and when forcibly reminded 

 by the spurs that he had a rider on his back, plunged 

 and kicked so violently that he sent his owner over 

 his head right in front of the boar, who made at him 

 immediately ; but we were all close up, and, rushing 

 in, rolled the plucky beast over, dead. As the 

 " shades of evening were falling fast," we made for 

 our camp, a good five miles off. How pleasant every- 

 thing looked. Our mess tent brilliantly lighted up 

 with numerous wax candles, a snowy cloth on the 

 table, plenty of plate, crockery-ware and glass. We 

 lost no time in taking off our hunting suits, and, 

 after a most refreshing bath were en deshabille in our 

 white sleeping garments, consisting of loose jackets 

 and drawers. Had the famous Glunter supplied our 

 refreshments, he could not have done better than the 

 mess cook and butler of the gallant- -Kegiment. 

 There were haunches of spotted deer (shot by a 

 shikarie), capon, ducks, fowls, ham, and that great 

 delicacy, a Bengal hump, besides soups, entries, curry, 

 made of fresh prawns, with tarts, puddings, &c. , for we 

 live well in India, even when under canvas. Of liquor 

 we had from champagne downwards, all deliciously 

 cooled in saltpetre. After dinner we assembled in the 

 open, to enjoy the cool air. There was a bright 

 moon ; and the only drawback to this truly Arcadian 



