Buck and Boar round Meerut 



horse began to back ; I hit at a bullock with the 

 butt of my spear, and the beasts broke into a 

 heavy canter, my horse trotting backwards for a 

 second, and all keeping level. It was a weird 

 sensation in the dark, and I began to wonder if 

 the sun had been too hot for me, when my horse 

 reared and came over, the bullocks fell too, and I 

 crawled out of the tangle, feeling myself to see 

 what was broken. Luckily I was intact, and 

 heard my horse snorting not far off. I easily 

 secured him, as he was standing sweating with 

 fear. I had dropped my spear and favourite 

 pipe, and though I returned to the scene of the 

 accident, and lit all my matches one by one, I 

 never found them, and saw the bullocks no more. 

 I fancy the explanation must have been that a 

 native, according to a somewhat frequent custom, 

 had left his bullocks to trot home yoked, and 

 the yoke must have got across my horse's chest. 

 With the beasts pressing forward in their fear, a 

 spill was inevitable, and I had much cause for 

 congratulating myself on escaping with only a 

 bruise or two. 



Another buck on the last day of November 

 provided no special interest, except that, being 

 unable to get near him, I did, for me, rather a 

 fine shot, getting a bullet through his heart at 

 210 yards. 



On December 10 I began pig-sticking, the 



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