THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 our mistake, since she looked all over 

 like a boar and, as is often the case 

 with barren sows, carried tushes. 

 The crime happened many years ago, 

 but the shame of it has hung over 

 my life ever since, and now in con- 

 fessing to it openly for the first time 

 I feel a heavy cloud is lifted from my 

 conscience. 



Among the several spears hanging 

 in honourable retirement on my wall 

 there is one whose shaft is split for 

 some three out of its six feet of 

 length. And by that split there 

 hangs a tale. 



Two of us were out in camp 

 together, more for shooting than for 

 pig-sticking ; still we had our horses 

 and spears with us. Our tents were 

 pitched in a delightful spot on the 



