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down," but we did not remember the Malay proverb " that pigs can 

 see the wind/' When the huge old boar that H was to shoot at, 

 was nearly abreast our position, a small porker ran ahead and wind- 

 ed us. Instantly the danger was passed along, and they all threw 

 their noses up and lined us at once. I kicked H as a signal, and 

 we both fired simultaneously at the boar, distant twenty-six yards 

 measured. He fell on his side with a savage scream, and I tried to 

 rise up to put the second barrel after the old sow who was some 

 way behind. But the boar had recovered himself in a twinkling, 

 and putting his head down and looking the incarnation of devilment 

 he was coming for us as hard as he could lay legs to the ground. 

 When within four yards I gave him the second barrel in the chest, 

 and the ounce bullet driven by four drams of powder knocked him 

 off his course, and springing clean over H who was still prostrate, 

 received from him a Martini bullet in the ribs. One plunge 

 more and he was ought of sight in the dark forest, and having no 

 bayonet to fix in case of a sudden charge, we had reluctantly to 

 leave him till daylight. Early next morning we took five mastiff 

 bulldogs down to the spot in our skiff, found a large piece of flesh 

 torn off his chest as he had passed us, put the dogs on his line, and 

 after hunting the jungle around for several hours, had to acknowl- 

 edge that with three ounce bullets in his carcase he had still beaten 

 us, dogs, guns, bayonets, and all ! This brave pig had a white face 

 and carried grand tusks ; the only white-marked pig I ever saw. 



