THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 Suddenly both horses fling round 

 their heads with ears pricked ; they 

 are trembling in every limb with 

 excitement. There he stands not 

 thirty yards from us a grand grey 

 boar with yellow curling tushes, and 

 his cunning savage little eye glisten- 

 ing in the broad morning sunlight. 

 He is listening to the distant sounds 

 of the beaters, and does not see us. 

 We scarce daring to breathe sit 

 motionless as statues, with all our 

 eyes, all our senses fixed on him. 

 He moves a few paces forward, and 

 pauses again to listen. Will he 

 never go ? 



At last an extra loud chorus from 

 the approaching line decides him ; 

 he swings round, trots for a few 

 paces, and then breaks into a rough 



