2 1 2 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



prodding their elephants, they trying to break back, 

 and showing every sign of being in a stew. We at 

 first thought they had been attacked by a tiger, so 

 were watching the beaters, when there occurred a 

 slight rustle, and some fifteen or sixteen pigs ap- 

 peared. We let them go fully a couple of hundred 

 yards, when W. shouted " Ride ! " I was just about 

 to ram in the spurs, when I looked backwards once 

 more, and there, trotting along quietly, yet champing 

 his tusks, was a gray old boar. Half the fun of hog- 

 hunting is the rivalry for first spear ; but as I said 

 before, I had little chance with W. in a straight run. 

 The pigs that had gone away were fair of their kind, 

 with two large boars, but the one that brought up the 

 rear was a veritable Goliath. Thus I restrained my 

 impatient steed, who, generally placid enough, had 

 lots of pluck in him, but excited by W.'s cry, and see- 

 ing his mare go off at best speed, naturally wanted to 

 be also in the fun. 



By the time the veteran passed me, W. was half a 

 mile away, so I allowed the quarry a hundred yards' 

 law, and then started in pursuit. " Pekoe " was very 

 fresh and spurted along, pulling double. Hearing a 

 clatter behind him, the game looked round, and 

 seemed half inclined to meet me, then changed his 

 mind and increased his pace. The boar was very fat, 

 and with his bristles on end looked nearly as big as 

 my mount ; nor did he seem to hurry himself, but it 

 is wonderful how a beast of his kind can get over the 

 ground. I raced after him for nearly a quarter of a 

 mile ; gaining a little, it is true, yet he was still fifty 

 yards ahead. There was a patch of grass in front, 

 into which he bounded, and I was in it also in a 



