Leaves from an Indian Jungle. 



full two miles before us stretching : 

 grace awhile ! The grey-boar trotteth 

 to his doom on plain far stretching. 

 Grace awhile ! Till grey-boar trotteth 

 just too far to regain Pakhal, 

 not too far to gain the Chandra 

 two miles hence the Chandrabhaga 

 ere we catch him. Wait ! Now RIDE ! 



'Neath strong hoofbeats furrow fly- 

 ing- 

 rushing wind in ears roar-roaring 

 dart we from that knoll uprising, 

 bush-encumbered, palm frond-studded, 

 dart out on that plain far stretching. 

 Now the hunter, Arab, Waler, 

 neck and neck shall prove their mettle. 

 In a moment fly to meet us 

 prickly bush and hedgerow thorny ; 

 just a pull to steady Arab, 

 bounds into the air our Waler, 

 hedgerow thorny's far behind us ! 



When the blood so madly courses, 

 to the lips a yell it forces j 

 yell of rushing, tearing gallop- 

 howl of glorious exultation 

 in this tearing, fighting gallop. 

 Grey-boar, lobbing there before us, 

 looming ever nearer, nearer, 

 hears that yell of exultation ! 

 hears that rushing, tearing gallop ! 

 slackens in his lazy lobbing 

 halts ! And never sidewise turning, 

 roves a sudden glittering optic. 



Just too far the kindly Pakhal ! 

 rather far, dear Chandrabhaga ! 

 Grey-boar, swiftly meditating, 

 scarcely he an instant waiting, 



springs out stoutly once more west- 

 ward 



westward for dear Chandrabhaga ! 

 But that deadly instant's pausing 

 brought swift hunters straining nearer, 

 till that grisly back, see-sawing, 

 scarce a spear's length vantage drawing, 

 seems to threaten with its bristling 

 fierce, and truculent see-sawing : 

 so, awhile, the hunted, hunters, 

 straining racing fly on forwards. 

 But the pace too good to last is 



See J His bounds seem getting shorter $ 

 every leap his loins stretch longer $ 

 angry boar, like lightning turning, 

 propping hoofs the light dust spurning, 

 crosses, like some swift torpedo, 

 foaming bows of rushing cruiser 

 Then it was that spear-point harmless 

 sped into the furrow bloodless 

 and the Arab's knees, thud-thudding, 

 ' gainst old Grey-boar's side struck 



thudding. 



On his side comes Grey-boar angry- 

 down goes Arab soars the rider ! 

 turning turtle, mighty toss takes ! 



Lucky he ! That Grey-boar rising, 

 stubborn, fierce, on plain arising, 

 marks a second foe or truly 

 shared he fate of poor Adonis ! 

 Flying, spurring, closely after, 

 comes the swiftly pounding Waler 

 much too solid to knock over ! 

 rushes neck-stretched, thudding Waler, 

 rush to meet her, Grey-boar foaming 

 red his furious glinting optic 

 bristles upright, grey ' chaps ' foaming, 

 onwards upwards bounds at Waler. 



