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him, when the vigour with which he took up the 

 pursuit left Httle doubt as to the pig being a boar. 

 We soon killed, A doing most of the work. 



This was the only pig we saw, and we hacked 

 back to camp in time to have a hasty breakfast, 

 and join the line below camp in Busaoli grass. 

 We had glorious sport, and killed four really 

 handsome boar, all old stagers living alone. We 

 saw no sows. I was lucky enough to be in every 

 run, and my horses did more than I asked of them. 

 What would you more, reader, for a last taste of 

 pig-sticking ? 



In the last run N came down heavily, but his 

 pony was not hurt. We rigged up a charpoy, and 

 carried him into the nearest station. As the last 

 pig was killed, the flood-gates of heaven were 

 opened, the rain came down in torrents, and so — 

 good-bye. 



