THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 But Naylor's horse, with staring eyes 

 and frightened snort, whips sharply 

 round, and will not face this fear- 

 some foe. For a moment the pig 

 marks the man's discomfiture, and 

 then turns to profit by it. At 

 a sturdy trot he pursues his way 

 towards the jungle looming large 

 ahead. Once more, and yet again, 

 does Naylor try a fresh attack, 

 always with the same result. Each 

 defeat, however, has brought the 

 boar much nearer to his refuge, so as 

 a last resource I take over Naylor's 

 spear and press with all the speed I 

 can command to overtake the pig. 

 He has but twenty yards to go when 

 I am on him. He flies along, nor 

 deigns to turn. Ah, friend, I have 

 thee now, upon the hip ! I close 

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