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THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 and back ; but we planted and left 

 them there as beginners are prone to 

 do, so that in a few minutes our pig 

 somewhat resembled the fretful por- 

 cupine or a giant pincushion, while 

 we could only ride near him empty- 

 handed. Whenever he faced us we 

 fled, not exactly from fear, but from 

 a desire to save our teeth and noses 

 from the leaded spear-butts that 

 nodded and swayed above him. 

 Finally, getting tired of the sport, he 

 dropped a spear, which enabled us 

 to give him his coup de grace. And 

 then, to our horror, we discovered 

 that he was not a " he," but a '*she," 

 after all 1 And so heinous a crime 

 is the killing of a sow that we swore 

 to keep our misadventure dark, 

 although we had every excuse for 

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