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time to evade his frantic rush ; he passed me like a 



sliot on the near side, and attacked N , who was 



a couple of lengths behind, who received the charge 

 on the point of iiis spear ; I saw the bamboo shaft 

 bend like a wand, and then fly high up into the air ; 

 another second — I heard a crash, and horse and man 

 were rolling in the dust. 



In the twinkling of an eye I was alongside the 

 infuriated animal, who was indulging in a series of 

 grunts of defiance, preparatory to another charge, 

 and, watching my opportunity, I buried the blade of 

 my spear behind the shoulder-blade, and drove it 

 out of his breast. He uttered a faint squeal, (the 

 note of departing life,) gave a sudden twi^st, (his ex- 

 piring eilbrt,) which wrenched the spear from my 

 hand, struggled a few paces further, fell, and bit the 

 dust, dying game to the last. 



I dismounted and drew my hunting-knife across 

 his throat to let out the blood, loosened the girths of 

 my saddle, and then went back to see what had be- 

 come of N . 



I found him sitting on the ground, with his face 

 buried in his hands, in great distress, for his horse 

 was struggling in the agonies of death a few paces 

 from him. The boar, in charging, had ripped up his 

 belly, his tushes cutting like a knife, and the intes- 

 tines, also much injured, were protruding from the 

 wound, I saw at a glance that it was a hopeless 

 case, and tapping N on the shoulder, I give a 



