92 DAYS AND NIGHTS BY THE DESERT. 



As soon as I could pull myself together, I learned 

 that my people had enjoyed themselves thoroughly, 

 killed two of the squeakers, and had nearly got ripped 

 by the old boar, who had ultimately made good his 

 retreat into his burrow. 



" Love your enemies " is a precept often quoted, 

 but, I fear, seldom adopted. I cannot say that I 

 love that old boar, but I certainly respect him you 

 know, a man can scarcely be expected to love a pig 

 yet I hope he will live to a green old age, and be 

 father of a numerous progeny as fleet, as game, and 

 as resolute as their progenitor. 



MIDDAY HALT. 



