324 SHIKAR SKETCHES. 



THE BOAR OF THE SOUNDER. 



i. 



The sun was just tingeing the Bheema's broad tide, 

 When the boar of the sounder stood close to its side : 

 And nothing was heard save the water's low moan, 

 As swiftly it rushed o'er the time-eaten stone. 



II. 

 As he stooped him to drink at the clear, flowing 



stream, 



On the high bank above him five horsemen were seen ; 

 Gruffly grunted that boar as their forms met his eye, 

 And he dashed through the flood as the hunters drew 



nigh. 



II. 



' Woh jata I woh jata !' the hills echo back 

 Old Duttoo's loud shout as they pressed on his track, 

 And each heart beat high as they plunged in the wave. 

 Those riders of Nugger the bold and the brave. 



IV. 



He swam the wide river, he crosses the plain, 

 But the steep ghht ' before him he never shall gain ; 

 For those now are near him who mean not to part 

 Till the blades of their long spears are thrust thro' 

 his heart. 



