THE SPORT OF RAJAHS 

 Suddenly both horses fling round 

 their heads with ears pricked ; they 

 are trembling in every limb with 

 excitement. There he stands — not 

 thirty yards from us — a grand grey 

 boar with yellow curling tushes, and 

 his cunning savage little eye glisten- 

 ing in the broad morning sunlight. 

 He is listening to the distant sounds 

 of the beaters, and does not see us. 

 We — scarce daring to breathe — sit 

 motionless as statues, with all our 

 eyes, all our senses fixed on him. 

 He moves a few paces forward, and 

 pauses again to listen. Will he 

 never go ? 



At last an extra loud chorus from 



the approaching line decides him ; 



he swings round, trots for a few 



paces, and then breaks into a rough 



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