THE NAGPUR HUNT 171 



After a jink or two young Jones, 



Mounted on " Foccus Dog " 

 (That hardy, game old veteran), 



Got on. It seemed the hog 



Was surely his without a doubt, 



When slipped his saddle round, 

 And J was clean out of the hunt, 



And nearly kissed the ground. 



Then Gibson with unerring spear 



Transfixed the boar's thick hide, 

 In less time than it takes to write 



That old manslayer died. 



We gazed on his great bulk with awe. 



By jove ! he was a snorter, 

 The measure tape proved him to be 



Five-thirty and a quarter. 



No time was there to mourn for him, 



The work was yet to do, 

 The soor-log were many still, 



The spears were very few. 



Then Blenkie, Jones, and Coventry, 



With Hirst (a new recruit), 

 Pursued a swiftly running hog, 



Caught up and killed the brute. 



But not before his mark he left 



On Hirst's game little Tat. 

 He cut it badly in the hock, 



'Twas of the genus " rat," 



But very game. The Gibson crew 



Found and rode another 

 Stout member of the porcine breed, 



To No. 2 a brother. 



Brave Mrs. G on trappy ground 



Got on him first, and G 

 Followed in dread, being sure that now 



A widower he'd be. 



