Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



meet on this occasion being only twelve miles out, 

 but we had no sport. 



On January 13, 1897, four of us drove out 

 to Gurmuktesar, on the Ganges, in the brake, being 

 followed by a fifth on a bicycle. Beaching our 

 destination in three hours, we met our ponies and 

 rode over the river on a bridge of boats, camping 

 at Tigri, well known in the annals of the Tent 

 Club. Next morning we made a start with three 

 elephants and sixty beaters, but they beat the 

 rushes and high grass unsuccessfully all day, only 

 two boar being set going, one of which saved his 

 bacon. 



The next morning provided a boar that more 

 than made up for several indifferent days' sport. 

 I first heard a great shouting of coolies, but there 

 being several spears between me and the scene 

 of the commotion, I didn't at first ride up. 

 Presently an elephant moved over; still, nobody 

 started riding. Being quite puzzled, I now can- 

 tered along, and saw the elephant being urged 

 to enter a patch of grass which he was strongly 

 objecting to do. As I got up I saw Winwood, 

 of my regiment, lean over and hit at something 

 with the butt of his spear, and in another second 

 a huge boar dashed out at him. For some reason 

 he had declined to move till he was hit, and 

 Winwood very sportingly had refused to give his 

 point to an immovable pig. His spear now, 



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