Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



I got him on Peacock. Another pig was directly 

 on foot, but, on getting to terms, he proved too 

 small, so was allowed to save his bacon. Two of 

 us, slowly riding back to the line, then put up a 

 fine boar, which, after a long chase, we killed. 

 Peacock was now just settling down to his work, 

 and started merrily a few minutes after on the 

 track of a parah stag. No one else was up, and I 

 had a grand gallop for about a mile and a half, as 

 I estimated ; then, when within sight of his point, 

 the "Bora Gunga," I felt I had him beat, and, 

 closing up, leant over to spear. The stag " jinked" 

 to the right ; Peacock turned with him ; my right 

 stirrup-leather broke with a snap, and I was sitting 

 on the ground, watching my gallant little Arab 

 follow the stag alone till both were hidden from 

 view in the tall reeds bordering the swamp. It 

 was useless wandering on foot into the quicksands 

 hunting for him ; besides, the line was a long way 

 off, and I had to return, or I should have missed 

 it altogether, so I hoped for the best, and walked 

 disconsolately back. Peacock, I may here mention, 

 was standing in camp when we returned that night. 

 This was the more extraordinary as, till the night 

 before, he had never seen the place. 



I only had my second charger, whose metier 

 was not the chase of the pig, and C. 104 now 

 with the line, so gave the latter his first turn, 

 and was hardly in the saddle when three of us got 



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