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an instant his spear was buried between 

 the boar's shoulders. 



My aide-de-camp, who had remained 

 by my side, as quickly lent his assistance, 

 and with his couteau de chasse put an end 

 to the contest, by severing the brute's 

 jugular with surgical skill. Our dogs 

 had behaved nobly, never leaving their 

 hold for a moment ; and it will be re- 

 membered that Belcher had ridden on the 

 neck of his adversary for upwards of two 

 hundred yards. Our pack of hounds 

 now began to manifest considerable im- 

 patience for their share of the spoil. 



As soon, therefore, as the '' Dogues An- 

 glais'' (as Belcher and his brother bulls 

 were called) could be shaken off — (no 

 easy matter by the way) — the guide ex- 

 pertly disembowelled the animal, and the 

 much-coveted entrails were distributed to 

 the hounds. 



This said boar, which had afforded us 



