130 MODERN PIG-STICKING chap. 



Hardly a day passed without interesting and 

 exciting incidents. We usually divided into two 

 heats, two spears in one and three in the other, 

 sometimes we had two heats of two each and a 

 rover. At first we took out three horses apiece, 

 but later had to content ourselves with two. Some- 

 times each heat had as many as eight or nine hunts 

 in the morning, and this was enough for three horses 

 and also for one man. 



Were I to let my memory run riot I could fill a 

 volume with incidents of those happy hunting days. 

 I have told of the death of the two horses and the 

 suburban boar who took to the houses. We had 

 some first-rate fighting pig and in places, especially 

 in Poached Egg Jhil, they were very difficult to kill. 

 Two incidents occur to my mind which may be 

 worth relating. 



Weinholt and I were riding a pig. Weinholt 

 speared but lightly, and the pig took refuge in a 

 wallow. The mud was up to the horses' hocks, 

 and one could only have advanced at a walk. I 

 therefore whistled up an elephant from the flank 

 of the line to put the boar out of the mud. When 

 the elephant approached the boar dashed at him 

 and tried to cut his foot. Fortunately it was one 

 of the Baneli shikar elephants, as many elephants 

 turn tail if a pig charges. The elephant pressed the 

 boar into the mud with his trunk, put his tusks 

 under him and threw him a dozen yards or so. 

 This operation was again repeated, the boar attack- 

 ing again. The second throw landed this brave 

 boar on hard ground where he was quickly 

 despatched. This incident shows the courage of 

 the boar, and the sagacity and training of the 

 elephant. 



