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to which I reluctantly consented, it being my 

 property : as soon as he approached the hog, he 

 received a severe charge, ripping his trunk con- 

 siderably, which gave him great pain, and made 

 him scamper back without any consideration for 

 the poor driver and midshipman, who were well 

 scratched with the prickles. The greater part of 

 the next morning was spent in unsuccessful search 

 after hogs ; at last we observed a villager at some 

 distance off beckoning to us ; we galloped on to 

 him, he then pointed to another man about three 

 hundred yards further off, who told us that a hog 

 had just gone into some grass and bushes sur- 

 rounding an old tank, about a quarter of a mile 

 in our front ; it was so near to a village that I had 

 some suspicion of the truth of what he had said ; 

 however a half grown pig was soon started, and 

 all the party, excepting myself, went off in eager 

 pursuit of it ; the chace lasted only to the village, 

 where one of the gentlemen speared it. When 

 I joined them, he exultingly exclaimed, " We 

 have had glorious sport : you are a pretty hog 

 hunter; I suppose you have had a tumble, which 

 makes you so much behind." I cooly replied, that 

 I had not tumbled, and that I was not in the 

 habit of killing village hogs, which made him 

 very angry; but when I shewed him the curled 



