Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



squatted in a bush with such suddeness that 

 C. 104 cleared bush and boar in a bound, and was 

 almost in the Bora Gunga before I could stop 

 him. Another spear stuck and held the boar 

 in the bush, and as I was now between him 

 and the swamp, we had him safe. He made a 

 grand fight ; two spears, including my own, were 

 broken short off in him. My horse was quite 

 blown, and not being able to move him quickly, I 

 had him rather badly cut in one of piggy's charges, 

 though, fortunately, not in a dangerous place. 

 We nearly lost him after all ; there were only three 

 of us up, two had their spears broken, and the 

 third couldn't induce his beast to face him. 

 Luckily, two more horsemen arrived in the nick 

 of time and finished the job. 



I now at last got back to the line, changed 

 horses, and never saw another pig all day. 



We drove back to Meerut that evening, well 

 satisfied with our sport. One of our party dis- 

 covered his bungalo had been burnt in his absence, 

 and a heap of ashes was all that remained of his 

 worldly possessions in the East. 



In February we had another most successful 

 pig-hunt. The first day out we accounted for six 

 boar and a good parah stag, of which I was lucky 

 enough to secure two boar and the stag, all on 

 Peacock. Another boar should have fallen to my 

 share. The coolies were dragging a rope through 



