THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 alters his course a point towards me, 

 and, as though projected by some 

 hidden spring, is suddenly close 

 under my horse's girths. My spear- 

 point is just down in time ; by good 

 luck rather than good management 

 it plunges in between his shoulder- 

 blades, and I crash it down with all 

 my force, while my horse cleverly 

 jumps the snorting monster. But 

 the spear is jammed in the boar, and 

 as he rushes beneath me he tears it 

 from my hand, and staggers onward 

 with the shaft standing on him. Nor 

 does he go far, for his blood is up, 

 and when Naylor hastens gaily after 

 him, intent to kill, the enraged old 

 brute turns staunchly to him and, 

 with every bristle pricked and tushes 

 chapping, makes towards his enemy. 



