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sand to cover) I ran in. Arriving at the covert and already 

 close up to the music, suddenly the "bay" broke, and I felt the 

 bitter annoyance of being twenty seconds too slow. I had 

 entered by a narrow game-path, and was still hurrying up this 

 when I met the flying boar face to face. By chance he had 

 selected the same track for his retreat ! As we both were 

 moving, and certainly not six yards apart, there was barely 



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time to pull off the carbine in the boar's face and throw myself 

 back against the wall of matted jungle on my left. Next 

 moment the grizzly head and curving ivories flashed past within 

 six inches of my nose ! The spring he had given carried the 

 boar a yard past me, and there he stopped, stern-on, chami3ing 

 and grunting, both tushes visible — I could see them in horrid 

 projection, on either side of the snout ! I had brought the 

 empty carbine to the " carry," so as to use it bayonet-wise, 

 to ward the brute off my legs ; but he remained stolidly where 



