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in the chase, now forcing our way through 

 the tangled underwood, now creeping 

 and crawling amongst the brushwood, but 

 never losing the track of the wounded 

 boar. 



It has since occurred to me, that we 

 treated him rather coolly, for the ground 

 was so difficult, that in many places, if we 

 had come up to him, he would have had us 

 completely at his mercy. The pursuit had 

 now continued some hours, so I determined 

 to halt for breakfast, in hopes that when 

 we ceased to press him he would lie 

 down. 



Our meal over, we were at him again. 

 We had not gone far, however, and were 

 following him up as fast as we could, and 

 very carelessly, the traces being very plain ; 

 when, in a moment, out of a patch of jungle, 

 rushed our friend, making a splendid charge 

 at the men who were leading ; away they 

 bolted down the hill-side, and I was alone, 

 with the boar coming straight at me : I do 

 not like running away, but in this instance 



