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charge, for the overhanging babul thorns were so 

 thick I could not get at him. But the pig would 

 not leave his cover, and simply faced me as I circled 

 round him. I then made the shikaries work round 

 the far side, hoping that they would distract him 

 while I got a good spear on foot from his rear. 

 Here again I was foiled, for the pig knew where the 

 danger was, and never took his eyes off me. Baboo 

 and I then went in on foot and killed him. 



I hunted no more that day. Both my horses 

 and myself were tired and sore from the previous 

 day's gruelling. 



On the third day we beat some low sporting 

 looking grass and drew it blank. We then came to 

 a straggling thorn bagh which was separated from 

 a similar but thicker bagh by a deep and winding 

 stream full of reeds. The two baghs were about a 

 hundred yards apart. There were only two fords 

 to the stream, distant about quarter of a mile from 

 each other. 



On beating the bagh a pig at once broke, and, 

 crossing the stream, took a line, not, as I expected, 

 for the other thorn bagh, but over open country to 

 a long grove of palm trees a mile away. I at once 

 went to the lower ford, but lost my bearings, and 

 was some time in crossing. I could then see no 

 signs of the pig. However, obeying frantic screams 

 of look-out men in trees, I cast for'ard half a mile, 

 and there beheld the pig pursued by Baboo on his 

 camel, travelling as fast as they knew how. Baboo 

 with arms outstretched, skirts flying, pugri streaming 

 in the wind, and his camel with great ungainly legs 

 flying in all directions, gave me a greater impression 

 of speed than anything I have ever seen. 



I was riding Burt that day, a particularly 



