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II. 

 When the hill's brighten'd o'er with the first glance of 



day, 



The grim monster secure in his mountain lair lay, 

 And the blade of the spear flashed unstained to the 



light, 

 That was dulled o'er with blood ere the coming of 



night. 



HI. 



Fear never till then chilled the heart of the boar, 

 And he ne'er had met man, the destroyer, before, 

 Who came down to meet him with spear and with 



steed, 

 With a hand for the blow, and a heart for the deed. 



IV. 



He fled as the hurricane swoops in its flight, 

 He charged as the storm rushes forth in its might ; 

 But his strength was but weak, and his speed was 



but slow, 

 To fly from or cope with the arm of his foe. 



v. 



He dashed thro' the stream, he rushed down the hill, 

 But man, the destroyer, was close on him still ; 

 There was fame to be gained, and a deed to be done, 

 The blow has been dealt, and the tushes are won ! 



4 Oriental Sporting Magazine,' 

 November, 1831. 



