VH THE MEERUT TENT CLUB 111 



I must give you an account of a run when Mr. 

 Charrington, 15th Hussars, was hunting the country. 

 I was not there then, but the run has always amused 

 me. 



March 11, 1903. Van der Gucht, 3rd Skinner's Horse; 

 Bramwell, Charrington, and Norton, 15th Hussars; and 

 Brassey, R.H.G., slept at Gurmuktesar, and made a com- 

 fortable start next morning. A couple of miles walk on 

 the other side of river resulted in some quail and partridges. 

 Khubar then being received of boar in jhow, the cry was 

 for horse and spear. A sounder broke with the old boar 

 at the end. A hot pursuit was given, but the wily one made 

 straight for the railway, and Charrington and Norton, 

 striving to head him off, took tosses over the wire on to the 

 embankment. So to tiffin. After this, about 3.30 P.M., 

 abandoning Morpheus for Diana, line started. After half 

 an hour a pig went away on the left. Bramwell pursued 

 hotly at first, but bit the dust, and was knocked out. 

 Norton took up the running till he too partook of the same 

 savoury morsel on the far side of a blind well. The pig 

 took refuge in a small patch of sugar-cane. Two sports- 

 men guarded this. The third went back to gather the 

 fragments and bring up the line. At the third " hank " the 

 crafty soor broke with Charrington and Brassey close 

 behind. They both speared. The boar took to the bourrh 

 gunga. Meanwhile, Norton again took the floor. The first 

 branch of the bourrh gunga was negotiated safely. But the 

 next and deeper bit accounted for two more sportsmen, 

 Brassey and Van der Gucht, who both lost their horses. 

 Charrington, however, managed to swim across, dragging 

 his horse behind him. Both his stirrups were lost in the 

 bourrh gunga. On went the pig, followed by Charrington, 

 to a small bagh, where the two played a short game of 

 hide-and-seek. Tiring of this the boar went back to the 

 bourrh gunga and recrossed. There, however, he saw the 

 two survivors who had remounted. So he came back again 

 to Charrington, who followed him on a very tired horse, 

 and eventually killed him. 



This extraordinary pig must have run about five miles 



