SINO-MONGOLIAN FRONTIER 



about a dozen pigs were feeding, but nowhere 

 could I see the great white leader. 



Thinking that I had better make sure of at least 

 one pig, I began to cross the ravine, keeping under 

 cover as much as possible. Just as I was near 

 enough, and was about to aim, the great white 

 leader came treading majestically round a small 

 shoulder of rock. \Miat a pig ! He seemed to 

 my excited imagination to be more the size of an 

 elephant than a cow. On he came with nose up, 

 scenting round for danger, while behind came 

 several other pigs looking very small beside their 

 magnificent leader. 



Raising my rifle, I fired. The huge brute 

 whirled round, stood for a second, and then broke 

 madly up and across the ravine. Reaching the 

 head he vanished from view. I hurried up the 

 steep ravine, and reached the top of the ridge just 

 in time to see my quarry rounding the head of a 

 second ravine. Without waiting to regain my 

 breath, I raised my rifle and fired. The pig 

 continued his course for a few yards, and then 

 suddenly plunged down the hill side. He strug- 

 gled madly to keep his footing, but presently 

 staggered and went head over heels, finally fetch- 

 ing up at the bottom of a small cutting, stone dead. 



The following day I went in search of an old 

 tusker, that had been wounded the day before 

 by a Chinese hunter, and had subsequently met 

 and knocked down one of my men, who was out 



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