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I was en route to India. Poor " Pekoe " had been 

 killed by a tiger. W. was transferred from the hills 

 to a better post, which he did not live to fill long. 

 His death was most painful and inexplicable. He 

 was the most rising man in the Assam Commission, 

 and peace be to his ashes, for a better fellow never 

 lived. The old boar was I think, the largest, 

 certainly the most massive, I ever saw\ W. and I 

 differed as to its height. It is no easy task to 

 measure accurately a dead beast ; I made him out 

 38|- inches, but W. declared he was nearer 40 than 

 39. The one he speared was all but 37. The sow was 

 36 ; the other boar taken by the crocodile was never 

 measured of course, and thus ended my hog-hunting 

 in the Burhampooter Churs. 



