90 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



However, I was very happy in the lovely cold- 

 weather morning, pottering with a gun and trying 

 to shoot a partridge. My camp was on a little 

 bluff above a river, below which, on two sides, lay 

 the hunting grass, while behind stretched a maidan 

 where lived many buck. Baskerville and I used 

 to stalk them, generally from opposite directions ; 

 it amused him, and we never hurt the buck. The 

 photograph does not show the jungle well. It was 

 a lovely cover, and as I had already hunted it for 

 pig I did not mind disturbing it with a gun. 



Some way behind the camp lay a deep winding 

 stream, and then a plain, five or six miles wide, in 

 which were a few crops, and every here and there 

 clumps of jungle, relics of the main forest which 

 had proved too stubborn for the clearer's axe. The 

 river on which my camp lay flowed along one side 

 of the plain. It had a small Kadir or bed, some- 

 times nearly a mile wide, overgrown with grass and 

 jhow, and in places remarkably rough under foot. 

 In the distance were the dark jungles of the Terai 

 and the foot-hills of the Himalayas. 



At last the coolies arrived, and away we went, 

 a little cavalcade of three horses and some thirty 

 men, leaving the hound, who was lame from a 

 previous hunt, disconsolate in camp. 



When we had crossed the stream we turned sharp 

 left for half a mile, and then beat some sugar-cane 

 on the banks. There was no crossing the stream, 

 it was too full of weeds. After considerable beating 

 three pig broke across the maidan some way off, 

 and got into low sugar-cane three-quarters of a mile 

 away. However, I got them out of this with the 

 help of a couple of local men and a dog. They took 

 a line left-handed to the river, and I killed the boar 



