106 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



pig. He takes a straight line back through the line 

 to the bourrh gunga, and owing to some unhandy 

 horses gets unscathed to the water's edge. Here 

 one of our number rides for a charge straight across 

 him and drops him with a spear through the chest 

 within six feet of the swamp and safety, a close 

 thing. 



One more pig, a poor one, falls to the left, and 

 then we close the day, and have a late tiffin under 

 Bhugwanpur tree, while the coolies enjoy their 

 gram and sugar, and the thoughts of the coming 

 feast of seven pig. 



N and I do a couple of hours black partridge 

 shooting, beating the sugar-cane, and working the 

 grass round the mustard fields, which are ablaze 

 with yellow blossom, and delicious with their clean 

 and acrid smell. I am shooting badly, but N hits 

 clean and true, and I enjoy seeing the splendid old 

 blacks come sailing, black wings outspread and 

 great white eye circles staring, only to crumple into 

 a mass of feathers in the air. 



Evening shadows have grown long, and a globe 

 of yellow gold, the Indian moon at its full, has 

 appeared over the horizon, and lights us on our 

 path as we recross the ghat and make our way to 

 the lights of the distant camp. 



I will now give you extracts from the log of a 

 five-day meet in our southern country : 



February 18, 1905. Present : Fail, A.V.C. ; Johnston- 

 Stewart, H.L.I. ; White, Kincaid-Smith, M'Cullum, 4th 

 Hussars ; Nixon, Smith, Poston, Wheatly, Parsons, R.H. A. ; 

 and the Hon. Sec. 



First blood to Smith, who, with Parsons, killed a lynx. 

 After an hour's steady beating put up a boar, who broke 



