THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 for the horse with his head on one 

 side to deliver the gash of his razor- 

 sharp tusk, the spear-point catches 

 him fair in the shoulder and rolls 

 him over in the dust. He is on his 

 legs again immediately, and, furious 

 with rage, turns and comes at once 

 for me. He is a grand specimen 

 of sturdy savage pluck as he bristles 

 up large towards me ; but he gives 

 one little time for admiration as he 

 plunges headlong at the horse. A 

 good point into his back scarcely 

 stops the impetus of his rush, and a 

 quick upward twist of his head, as if 

 merely to look at me, results in an 

 ugly slit in my horse's shoulder. 

 But the boar himself is now sorely 

 stricken. Close to him is one of 

 those curses of the Indian hunting 



