84 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



As gentle with my mother and myself as he was 

 fierce with others, he will surely " give us joyous 

 greeting." 



I will give you an account of one or two runs, 

 and have done. The first person, in describing 

 hunting alone, is apt to become monotonous. 



When you hunt alone, carry a knife, and have a 

 syce riding after you with a spear. The second 

 horse may be useful, too, if you have had a fall. 



I speared a fair hog once, and broke my spear 

 in his back. He took refuge in a small stream 

 about eighteen inches deep and a few feet wide, 

 and stopped there. We had come over a roughish 

 country, and my syce had fallen. The hog would 

 not face the open again, nor could I get at him to 

 use my butt. We must have stayed there over an 

 hour before I got a spear up. During this time the 

 pig made frequent feints at me, and I much wished 

 that, failing a spear, I had a camera. 



I put up a good boar, a few months ago, out of a 

 wheat crop, who took a line down a lane towards 

 some dak jungle. The lane ran between mud walls, 

 and had a deepish ditch on either side. The hog got 

 into the left ditch on my near side, where I could 

 not touch him, and threatened to make good his 

 point ; so I got into the ditch too and tent-pegged 

 at him. My horse, a good 'un, Hullucky Bill, 

 flew the pig, and I broke my spear just below the 

 head in his back as we leaped him. From this, and 

 from Hullucky's hind feet on his head, the hog fell, 

 but recovered and scrambled away to the side. 



I had no knife and no second horse. That 

 infernal boar went steadily on at a slow trot, sore 

 hurt, but always getting away from my men, who 



