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the horse, when it bounded at E. who received it 

 well on the spear, but as it passed through, the 

 brute got in and seized him by the arm. The horse 

 plunged and kicked so that I could not get near, still 

 I could hear the bones in my comrade's arm give. At 

 last the nag reared right over, and all rolled on the 

 ground, a confused mass. My mount, too, became 

 restive, so jumping off, I went to the rescue. The 

 feline lay under the horse, and I had no difficulty in 

 despatching it. E. was frightfully mauled, and 

 eventually lost his arm. The horse broke its back, 

 and had to be shot, but F. was not seriously hurt. 

 We bound up E.'s arm, made a stretcher as well as 

 we could, and sent him off post haste to Bunda. 



G., C., B., and D. killed two more pigs, but as all 

 our nags were done up, with the exception of my grey 

 and one of D.'s, and owing to the sad accident to our 

 comrade, we determined to break up the meet. 

 Accordingly, early next morning the tents were 

 struck. The kit had been packed up over night, and 

 by 10 A.M. we were seated at breakfast in the mess 

 house of the hospitable Native Infantry. Having 

 ten days' more leave, I purchased D.'s horse, and 

 daked up to Eajahmundry, had some capital pig- stick- 

 ing with that prince of Collectors, Tom Prendergast. 

 What I have attempted to describe will give the 

 reader, I hope, a faint idea of this glorious sport, but 

 no description can ever come up to the reality. 



A SPURT AFTER PIG IN THE BURHAMPOOTER CHURS. 



W., the Deputy-Commissioner of the Garrow Hills, 

 and I had been shooting for a few days in the churs 



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