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to reach the boar before he could gain the jungle, 

 the rush and the sidelong charge met true. Alas, 

 that one cannot paint in words what one sees and 

 feels. 



Postscript, — We of the Mhow, Nasirabad and 

 Hyderabad (Scinde) Hunts are little people com- 

 pared with our big brethren, but we are as keen as 

 even they can wish. Is there any one who really 

 rode a pig over the rocky ground of Mhow who is 

 not proud of having gained a first spear in such a 

 country. To get a spear there one had to ride. 

 The man who looked never got one. 



Companions of the Nasirabad Tent Club, does 

 not the thought of Sendolia hill and bir (Bagri) 

 even now make you thrill ? 



That horrible horn at 4 a.m. The wait for the 

 returning pig, the grass bir in line, the upheaval 

 of a haycock, and the outrush of a fine old boar, 

 the sounder scrambling over the rocky steeps of 

 Sendolia hill. All kinds of pig-sticking in one day. 

 Eight pig in one and a half days our best effort. 

 Pig small, but game. They could not grow big, 

 poor things, on famine food. It was a large boar 

 that measured 28 inches. 



Hats off to the old boar of Bithur, our *'Alphonse." 

 May he still be going strong. Many a good run did 

 he give us in his rocky jungle home. 



We called our sport hog-hunting at Hyderabad 

 (Scinde), because we so seldom stuck the pig. 



A hurried circular chit from the secretary about 

 11 A.M. to the three or four stalwarts who never 

 failed. A boar marked down near Meanee monu- 

 ment. Meet there at 1.30 p.m. Off went one 

 pony at once with a spear or two, and an hour or 



