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hour ; he was a very cunning hog and kept running 

 down a lane in front of Forbes on his near side, 

 making it impossible to get at him. He charged 

 me twice and cut Result rather severely below 

 the hock ; then he got into a small jheel surrounded 

 by a thick belt of waitabit thorn bushes. Ejected 

 from here, he ran back amongst the beaters, 

 who were now coming up, and cut one of them. 

 Then he ran up a long narrow lane where one could 

 not get at him, and eventually out into the open, 

 where I stupidly headed him, thinking he was going 

 into bad country. Thence he went back to the 

 jheel, where I spied him, with but his snout sticking 

 out of the water. I tried to spear him in the deep 

 mud and nearly fell on top of him. He came out, 

 ran round the belt of bushes, and then back to the 

 water, charging Vernon — who had a bad hand and 

 could not hold a spear, and consequently had to 

 get out of the way — and Forbes, who speared him. 

 He then lay down and rolled about in great wrath ; 

 over and over he went, foaming at the mouth and 

 snorting and grunting with rage. Up again and 

 out for another charge ; I speared him, but left my 

 spear in him, and he lay up again. Forbes then 

 galloped past him and gallantly pulled my spear 

 out of him, and gave it back to me ; then he speared 

 him and broke his spear about 6 inches above the 

 head, which luckily came out, hanging by a thread 

 of bamboo. The boar was now in a position, with 

 a bank covered with thick bushes at his back and 

 the jheel in front, where I could not get at him on 

 horseback, so I dismounted, and stalked down the 

 bank and drove my spear in behind his shoulder, 

 and broke the spear and had to beat a retreat. 

 Forbes then dismounted, and, taking the head of 



