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made by the cane is too thick. In one station 

 where I was, the only chance of catching pig- 

 in rideable crround was to oet information of 

 the presence of fat old boars in the sugar-cane 

 crops, and to rout them out with a pack of 

 dogs of various sorts and sizes, of which by far 

 the best was an imported and well-bred fox 

 terrier bitch. She would get on to a pig and 

 stick to him, keeping out of his reach, and yap 

 till she bolted him. Generally speaking, these 

 fat old boars did not run far, and a very short 

 distance led to a fioht. I have been charged 

 by boars like this on sight. Once when riding 

 on duty, and armed only with a whip, I was 

 actually chivied down the public road for 

 nearly a quarter of a mile by an angry boar, 

 at which I had idly cracked my whip in passing. 

 As a rule dogs are in the way of the hog- 

 hunter, but there was one villao-e I used to 

 pass when going to beat certain coverts, from 

 which a large yellow pariah dog used to join 

 me. How he knew I was coming I don't 

 know, but he was sure to come out and follow 

 me. There was a great deal of low covert in 

 the district in which, as all pig-stickers know, 

 it is very easy to lose a pig. and through this 

 the dog would follow the boar. Many a time 

 when I was thrown out I could see my \-ellow 

 allv hunting- alone, and ride to him only to 



