HOG-HUNTING. 83 



On hearing his cries, one of the party named 

 Going (I give his name to vouch for the truth of 

 this statement, and, should he cast eyes on these 

 pages, I trust he will forgive me for the liberty I 

 have taken in making use of his name), a very 

 light weight, jumped off his horse, and ran in 

 on foot, spear in hand, to Manajee's rescue. That 

 old gentleman promptly scrambled out of the 

 way, and the boar charged Mr. Going, knocked 

 him over, and began digging away at his pros- 

 trate form. Luckily he had on a pair of stout 

 English cords, and, though the boar cut him 

 several times on his thighs, the wounds were not 

 serious. 



As an Englishman, the fallen sportsman made 

 use of his fists as his only weapons of defence, 

 his spear having been knocked out of his hands, 

 but, these being of slight avail against the boar's 

 hard head, he had the presence of mind to seize 

 the animal by the ears, and, scrambling up, jumped 

 on his back ! The boar, astonished at this novel 

 burden, tried to retreat backwards into the 

 bushes, but a good dig from his rider's spurs dis- 

 suaded him, and, in less time than it takes me to 

 write it, the rest of the party dismounted, and, 

 rushing in. soon put the boar hors de combat, one 

 energetic sportsman in his excitement running 

 his spear right through the boar, and actually 



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