316 SHIKAR SKETCHES. 



For the spears that are reclining 

 Seem to taunt me with their shining, 



And to say, " Where's the blood of the boar T 



VIII. 



The shikaris, fearing hidings, 

 One morning came with tidings 



That near a village called Kurramore, 

 An old woman had seen a sounder ; 

 The hogs had run all round her, 



And she'd got a rip behind from the boar ! 



IX. 



Then my spear so brightly gleaming 

 I seized with savage meaning, 



And away across country 1 tore ! 

 Till, on riding o'er a hillock, 

 I saw, as I thought a bullock, 



But it proved to be a huge grey boar ! 



x. 



Then onward to attack him 



I spurred when, slightly backing, 



My enemy prepared for the war ; 

 He charged ! but the power 

 Of ten hunters in that hour 



Nerved my arm to slay that noble boar ! 



