EXPERIENCES OF SPORT. 



tops and breeches, I can't stay here and see the 

 poor dogs knocked about like that; he'll kill 

 them all in about five minutes." 



Rushing through the stream, with his six 

 chamber revolver in his hand, he quickly put 

 an end to the boar, before he had effected any 

 great amount of damage. He was highly com- 

 plimented on what he had done, and which, 

 without any flattery, was well done. 



Thus ended our first hunt in la belle France. 

 As I am talking on boar hunting, 1 will close 

 this chapter by an amusing anecdote. I once 

 shot a vieux solitaire that is, an old boar too 

 aged to herd with the others. Two Frenchmen 

 quarrelled on the subject ; I forget now exactly 

 what it was for, but I believe one wished me to 

 have the head stuffed for my museum, and the 

 other wanted it to be stuffed for the table. 

 However, they came to blows about it, and one 

 had all his front teeth knocked down his throat. 

 He did not act with the usual pluck of his race, 

 and call the other out, but came to me after- 

 wards and told me in his broken English, "Mon 

 cher, I do not care von damn for my tooths ; 

 zey was all false/' 



