64 THE SPORTSMAN IN FRANCE, 



not waited in the road adjoining the 

 meadow (wherein lay the dyke which had 

 furnished so unsavoury a bath to our 

 hospitable friend the week before) more 

 than half an hour before some exciting 

 music from the throats of our pack raised 

 our hopes to an agonizing pitch. We 

 were not long kept in suspense, for it was 

 evident they were making for the desired 

 point, and in less time than T can record 

 the fact, a fine young boar, more than 

 three-parts grown, rushed from the covert, 

 crossed the road, and took to the open 

 country. 



The uproarious Frenchmen set up such 

 a simultaneous yell, that I much wonder 

 the hog did not wheel about and take to 

 his old quarters ; he was too hard pressed 

 by the dogs, however, to have made this 

 a prudent resolve, so he wisely, and to my 

 infinite satisfaction, pursued his course, 

 edging to the left as he spied the ditch, 



