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ing. To add to our distress, every now and then a 

 "pishash," cr whirlwind of dust, came twirling 

 amongst us, filling our eyes and mouths. 



At last, as our encampment came in view, we 

 could distinguish six hogs hanging to our trysting- 

 tree ; and shortly afterwards the boar was hoisted 

 up alongside of them. He was a huge brute, 

 measuring thirty-eight inches in height at the 

 shoulder, and his tushes were nearly nine inches in 

 length. 



We sat down to a substantial breakfast, (pork chops 

 forming one of the items,) and in the cool of the even- 

 ingwe returned to cantonment, some of us with aching 

 bones and curious bumps on the cranium, which would 

 have puzzled Gall or Spurtzheim ; others with strips 

 of diachylum plaster on the face ; and all of us with 

 cracked lips and sunburnt faces. Our horses, too, 

 showed their work, and " our gayness and our gilt 

 were all besmerched." Still every one was content 

 with the sport, and the incidents of the day afforded 

 us ample topics of conversation when we met at 



Mess, when N was heard consoling himself for 



his loss, by ob.serving that Bidcgley had died as his 

 master hoped to do — " on the field in the moment 

 of victory." 



