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as they could about a mile and a half to the right, 

 where a shallow sandy nullah crossed at right angles 

 to the general direction of the boar's previous run. 

 They had not to wait there long before they were 

 rewarded by the boar coming out to them. His 

 condition and state made it certain that he was the 

 hunted pig. 



I remember one afternoon we were beating 

 north along some grass bourrh lands. The Kadir 

 was on our left, and the country on the edge of the 

 Kadir was a mass of hills and nullahs, a nasty 

 country to travel over. In the Kadir were fields 

 of sugar-cane and dak and palm jungle. I was 

 on the left alone, and there were two heats on my 

 right composed mostly of novices. The extreme 

 right heat rode and lost a pig. It was obvious that 

 the pig's point was the Kadir. It was probable 

 that he would not go straight down to it on account 

 of the noise of the line and the other heat. It was 

 likely that he would travel straight on for some 

 way, and then turn down left-handed. I at once 

 cantered forward about a mile, and standing watch- 

 ing on the highest hillock presently saw my friend 

 slanting as I had expected towards the low ground. 

 I gave chase and had a pretty run. The boar got 

 to the broken ground on the edge and ran all along 

 it. He would not face the Kadir on account of the 

 open ground that lay at first between him and the 

 cover. I travelled over a mile before I got on terms 

 with this pig. The ground was really rough, and 

 both the pig and Pioneer had to scramble like 

 cats. When I got up the pig came in well, and I 

 got in a good spear, but could not get it out and 

 had to let it remain in him. A bad piece of work. 

 The pig, seeing that he could not get at me continued 



