4 6 



TURNING ABOUT. 



The hog was in continual motion. At nrst his haunches were turned toward 

 the native, then his side and next his head. The tough snout occasionally plowed 

 up the earth, which was ridged in many places, but he showed no interest in any- 

 thing except the delicious food with which he was filling himself. 



Suddenly he threw up his snout, and holding his jaws motionless, with the dirt 

 dropping from his nose and the partly crushed nuts from his jaws, he stared at the 

 man, whose presence he seemed to discover for the first time. 



ETHIOPIAN WART HOG. 



Pongo laid his hand on one of his boomerangs, for he felt the situation was be- 

 coming interesting. None knew better than he the power of those beasts, for the 

 long, ridged scar on his hip was made by the tusk of a boar that clove the body of 

 the horse he was riding half asunder. 



It seemed to the Bushman that the tusks before him were fully a fopt long. 

 White, solid and gleaming, they were embedded in bone that was backed up by 

 irresistible muscle. 



A brief survey was enough for the brute to take in all the points of the intruder 

 vpon his domain, and, without lowering his head, and emitting only a slight snort, 



