Hog-hunting. 2 1 5 



jemadar told us that the confusion at the commence- 

 ment was caused by a large boar, almost white, 

 which had charged the line and had cut one of the 

 elephants. I had no difficulty in recognising my 

 veteran friend as the culprit. 



We then shifted our position, and I mounted the 

 gray called " Elgin," then proceeded towards the 

 Garrow Hills. The ground was not nearly so 

 favourable for our sport, as there was a quantity of 

 long grass standing. A few pig broke back through 

 the line of beating elephants, when there was a great 

 deal of trumpeting on their part, and a huddling of 

 them together, a signal unmistakable to the initiated. 

 " It is a tiger," cried my friend, and dismounting we 

 seized our rifles, and each advanced towards a couple 

 of rising knolls on which we took our stand. I saw 

 W. turn round to his left and fire a roar then 

 another shot. I ran forward, just in time to see as 

 wicked a head as it is possible to conceive not above 

 a yard from my comrade, who was ramming in a 

 couple of cartridges, the man with his extra weapon 

 having " vamoosed." I got a clear shot at her chest ; 

 the conical, a solid one, went right through her, but 

 she required another shot from me and one from W. 

 before she gave up the ghost. We expected no more 

 game to appear, but the men pointed towards the river, 

 calling out, " Soor ! soor ! " (Pig, pig). So, mount- 

 ing, off we galloped, spears in hand. I have before 

 said there was a good deal of unburnt grass about. 

 " Elgin " was always headstrong, and seeing the 

 country-bred ahead, he tore along, and I found I had 

 no control over him, but that did not much signify, 

 for I thought it was all plain sailing. It was a clear 



