292 A BOAK HUNT. 



and it required both time and care, to restore 

 tlie full use of the arm. 



Striking the Ganges at Dorasso, we 

 turned to our left, and crossed the Jumna 

 at Kotenoor. 



Halting for a day's shooting, one march 

 from the river, I killed a noble wild boar, 

 after a long tracking match. Accompanied 

 by eight or nine good men, we reached the 

 verge of the forest, early in the morning in 

 search of gerow. All were on the look-out, 

 and moving steadily onwards, when a beater 

 made signs that he had found. Joining 

 him as speedily as possible, he pointed 

 out to me, in place of the expected gqrow, a 

 wild hog of large size, feeding just over the 

 hiJl, and about an hundred yards from me. 

 I fired, and hitting him in the shoulder, he 

 made off, with us at his heels. As he bled 

 freely from his wound, we had no difficulty 

 in following his traces down the mountain- 

 side, for a long way: at last he turned 

 up, again towards the crest of the hill 

 through thick jungle, we still persevering 



