THE MEERUT TENT CLUB 105 



quick sight and brain. Bad luck on the boar, but, 

 to use the touching Indian phrase, " Uska wakt 

 agya tha " (his time had come). 



Once again the line goes on. Our master has 

 no spears ahead, for the line is quiet and pig are 

 lying well. For a time we have calm, broken only 

 by an occasional sow or squeaker who depart with 

 more noise than many a boar. 



The line now wheels to Bhugwanpur, and sport 

 once more begins. It is curious how often a wheel 

 means a change of sport. Is it simply a change of 

 country and aspect, or is it more ? A fine hog 

 gets up at my feet with a " woof," sending two 

 coolies flying. The other spears are some way off. 

 I am riding a young horse, just made, and still 

 without a name. He remembers every lesson, 

 travels very fast, and shows that he has that in- 

 valuable gift, which none may teach, of following 

 a pig on his own without any need of reins or leg. 

 With the start I get, it is not a fair hunt for the 

 others, yet it is a run that my memory holds dear, 

 and you will forgive me, reader, that, in my pride, 

 standing over the dead boar, I called my horse 

 " At Last." 



As we walk back to the advancing line we see 

 the right once more riding another nice boar. 

 Very pleasant it is to watch the leading man as he 

 sails noiselessly through the grass, horse and man 

 at one, smooth, silent, and effortless, as it were a 

 shadow passing on a screen. But the fates are not 

 ever kind, for horse and man come down with a 

 heavy fall, and the others lose the pig. 



After sewing up N's eye, and seeing that the 

 coolies are not really the worse for our boar, we 

 start again, and our heat are soon riding a heavy 



