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I found him sitting on the ground, with his face 

 buried in his hands, in great distress, for his horse 

 was struggling in the agonies of death a few pace's 

 from him. This boar, in charging, had ripped up 

 his belly, his tushes cutting like a knife, and the 

 intestines, also much injured, were protruding 

 from the wound. I saw at a glance that it was 



a hopeless case, and tapping N on the shoulder, 



I gave a significant look to a small pistol that I 

 always carried loaded in my belt on such occa- 

 sions, in case of accidents. 



He understood what was passing in my mind, 

 walked up to his dying serviteur, and patted his 

 neck. The poor animal, in spite of his agony, 

 recognised his master, for he raised himself up 

 partly from the ground, and rubbed his nose 

 against his shoulder in a most affectionate manner. 



N kissed his forehead, and, passing his hand 



across his eyes, rushed into the jungle, saying, " Do 

 not let him linger." When his back was turned, 

 I placed the muzzle of my pistol to the suffering 

 animal's temple, arid pulled the trigger a slight 

 quiver of the body followed the report, and 



" Bidgeley" was dead. N cut off some of the 



hair of his forelock and tail for a souvenir, I slung his 

 saddle and bridle over Lall Babba's back, and we 

 slowly retraced our way towards the tents. 



We soon fell in with and C , who were 



