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THE MEERUT TENT CLUB 107 





back. He was all for fighting, and should have cut several 

 of us. But he was handicapped by his tushes, one of which 

 was 12 inches long. He cut Fail in the end, and with two 

 broken spears in him, died as a hog should. The right 

 then beat out a heavy pig, much to his disgust, and slew 

 him after a short run. After this, we ran a sow and then 

 a boar, whom we killed after he had cut White's horse 

 badly. Stewart's pony came to grief over a blind well 

 after clearing it cleverly. 



Sport after lunch was like the curate's egg. Heats 

 scattered to the four winds, pursuing pig. Two boar were 

 brought to book, and at least one more got off unhunted. 

 Rain in evening. All well except that Poston would skin 

 lynx in mess-tent just before dinner. 



February 19. A day of regrets and incidents, including 

 those to five boar and one sow. A boar was put up almost 

 at once, was speared by Kincaid-Smith, and then lost. 

 White, Stewart, Poston, and the Hon. Sec. then ran a nice 

 boar. The last named, when almost on terms, fell pleasantly 

 enough, and being sent to camp on a charpoy, hunted no 

 more for five weeks. White unselfishly stopped. The 

 others went on and killed. After a little delay, when the 

 line restarted, three boar were afoot. One got away, one 

 was killed by Stewart and White, and one fell to Poston 

 and others. Again did luck and a pig favour this heat, 

 but grunting defiance he fled, and was seen no more. 

 After this, four more boar were ridden and lost. The grass 

 was high and difficult, and the hunting none too good. 



After tiffin a pig was soon viewed away. The centre, 

 with the hot blood of youth and a bottle of beer coursing 

 in their veins, pursued. Suddenly Stewart's " J.P.," a good 

 horse and true, pulled up dead lame. Shoulder dislocated 

 and broken. Fail, as ever, did all he could, but to no avail, 

 and the good horse had to be shot. After this a small boar 

 was killed, and then a big one, but not until he had taken 

 his hunters through Dhubarsi bagh and thorns galore. 

 A few sows and a sad mistake (sow, sixteen rupees) closed 

 the day. One of good sport mostly made a mess of. 



February 20. Hon. Sec. still sick in mind and body. 



