18 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



days are short, but there was just time for us to beat 

 a bagh close by, which was reported to hold pig. 



A couple of boar broke, neither of them my 

 hunt. One was killed, the other lost. In the 

 failing light I presently saw this pig trotting quietly 

 away a long way off. I got up to him and speared 

 him. He was a cunning fellow and ran along the 

 hedgerows. This is a favourite manoeuvre of a 

 pig, and hard for a single man to deal with. If you 

 ride the same side as the boar, he nips over to the 

 other side, and you lose time ; if you ride the 

 opposite side you may lose your pig ; and if you 

 ride on top of the hedgerow you probably fall down 

 a porcupine hole. Forbidding - looking cavities 

 these holes are ; I have often seen them cause 

 grief. 



Anyhow, after spearing the pig I lost him in a 

 thick patch of hedge. Day and Yorke, R.H.A., 

 came up, and after some delay we got him out, only 

 to lose him soon after in another patch. It was 

 now pitch-dark. We set fire to the bush and 

 thought the pig must have slipped out, for I have 

 never seen an animal stand fire so long. At last 

 he came out with a " woof." All the long bristles 

 on his back and his tail were burning. We could 

 see nothing but the smouldering bristles, and it 

 was by these we rode and killed him. He did not 

 go far, and he put up a poor fight. 



In the hills on the right bank which I have 

 mentioned there is no hunting ; only a certain 

 number of panther afford sport there. 



One day last hot weather, Mr. Norton, R.H.A., 

 and I had quite an amusing day there. He and I 

 were in the office at about 11 o'clock groaning over 

 our office work, which in all justice I must admit 



