320 SHIKAR SKETCHES. 







Give me my Arab nag and spear, 

 A boar from out yon thorny bheer,' 

 I want no other pleasures here. 



II. 



'Tis sweet to see an infant smile, 

 So tender, soft, and void of guile ; 

 "Tis sweet to view a mother's joy, 

 When gently sleeps her only boy ; 

 'Tis sweet to see two lovers kiss, 

 And dream this life a life of bliss ; 

 But oh ! 'tis passing sweet to rear 

 The boar from out his grassy ' bheer,' 

 Undaunted meet his frenzied eye, 

 And all his savage might defy. 



So give me my Arab nag and spear, 

 A boar from out yon thorny bheer/ 

 / want no other pleasures here. 



C. 



' Oriental Sporting Magazine,' 

 August, 1832. 



AWAY, AWAY. 



i. 



Away ! away, like lightning's flash, 

 O'er yon hills and nullah dash, 

 The ' baubul ' branches round us crash, 

 A rattling boar is gone ahead. 



