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night before, of which the tusks were 

 produced. 



Our first after-lunch beat resulted in a 

 comical error. I quite misconceived the 

 position, being in a narrow ride between 

 two patches of thick covert. I faced to 

 windward, of course, and, in fact, was 

 smoking, when suddenly the beaters 

 opened behind me, and at once their 

 yells and the dogs' notes announced "pig 

 on foot." Of course, they (there were two) 

 broke back; and I am convinced that this 

 was only one of many times on which Kolllo's 

 dispositions failed, from his neo-lectino- to 

 consider the wind. However, we were 

 both posted in a hollow road so narrow 

 that it would have taken a first-class rifle 

 shot to make sure of a pig. For the 

 rest of the short beat, woodcock kept flap- 



