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decided to try the slopes on the other side of the 

 ridefc. 



Once more, as rosy-fingered dawn drew aside 

 the purple veil of night, we shouldered our rifles 

 and made for the sparsely wooded slopes, where 

 we had discovered the eared pheasants. Before 

 long we came upon the fresh tracks of two good- 

 sized pigs. AVe followed these up all the morning 

 without sighting anything larger than hares, 

 pheasants and woodcocks, though there were 

 not wanting signs that the pigs were but a 

 little distance ahead. At noon we rested in a 

 beautiful ravine, w^here we made a hearty meal of 

 cold pheasant and bannock, washed down with 

 long draughts of water from the cool stream 

 w^hich gurgled at our feet. 



The best part of the afternoon was behind us 

 Avhen signs in the trail, which we had taken up 

 again after lunch, convinced me that we were 

 close up to the pigs. Warrington and I were 

 down at the bottom of a ravine, while our French 

 friend was sauntering along the top of the ridge, 

 looking very bored with the proceedings, and 

 audibly wishing that we would confine our atten- 

 tions to easier game. Suddenly his voice, choking 

 w^ith suppressed excitement, rang out. " Peeg ! 

 Peeg ! " Looking up we saw our companion, his 

 face ablaze, beckoning to us with one hand and 

 pointing to a magnificent boar with his gun held 

 in the other. His weapon was a treble-barrelled 



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