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could not get any hold, and how he held 

 on I know not. The boar, by no means 

 satisfied with his reception, made down 



the grande allee towards Mr. W , the 



garde de chasse and myself following, as 

 we were both anxious as to the fate of 

 Belcher. 



We were soon overtaken by the pack, 

 which were in full cry, and altogether 

 the scene was intensely interesting. I 



was certain my friend W would give 



the boar his quietus if he could obtain 

 a shot without risking the life of the dog ; 

 and to my infinite delight I heard imme- 

 diately afterwards the report of the rifle, 

 and the chorus of the dogs led me to 

 hope the shot had taken effect. 



I do not remember having run, at any 

 period of my life, three hundred yards in 

 so short a space of time. The reader 

 may imagine my gratification on reaching 

 the spot, to find the boar at bay, with 



