146 WILD MEN AND WILD BEASTS. 



main river. By this time lie was nearly exhausted, and our 

 shikaree appeared on the scene, having followed the run on 

 foot. Another sword was procured from some cultivators. The 

 shikaree carried his own, and one of his men had an iron-bound 

 club. Leaving our panting steeds, we made a simultaneous 

 rush on the boar, as he stood at bay in the water. He made 

 a last charge, but the swords cut fairly this time, and the huge 

 beast succumbed. 



I have been in at the death of many boars, but I never 

 saw a run so full of excitement as that which I have now 

 endeavoured to describe. t 



We returned to our tents well satisfied with the day's 

 work, and the leading incidents of the last run were committed 

 to paper in a series of four spirited sketches by the ever-ready 

 pen of my light-hearted friend. I have them by me now, but 

 the hand of the limner has been chilled in death, never again 

 to grasp the spear or guide his gallant steed in the soul-stirring 

 chase of the grim gray boar. 



