THE SPORTSMAN IN FRANCE. 13 



diately afterwards the death-note of our 

 guide's bugle announced that some havoc 

 had been committed. 



The old garde de chasse and myself 

 remained where we were ; and we after- 

 wards learnt that Captain G had been 



the successful tireur on the occasion : al- 

 though not planted on any particular beat, 

 he had obtained a fair shot at a boarling, 

 and sent him to his long home in a very 

 sportsmanlike manner. 



The dogs were soon at work again and 

 making in our direction. On looking west- 

 ward to my right, up the grande allee, I 

 perceived something like a cloud of dust, 

 rather an unusual sight in the forest, but 

 which eventually proved to be sand, and 

 which was kicked and scattered about in 

 all directions by some seven or eiglit in- 

 fantine boars, who came frisking towards 

 me, apparently enjoying their gallop. 



My friend Captain P , I knew, 



