274 tw O DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 



Chronicles — Unveracious Chronicles ! After all, it 

 was no taller story than many one hears, and a good 

 deal funnier than some. We know Eve told the first 

 lie, but I am confident that if Adam ever went big game 

 shooting he came in a very good second at the winning 

 post. 



The leader had a brilliant inspiration just then. We 

 would have a day at pig-sticking. He was great 

 after pig in India, and of course where we were was 

 quite the right sort of country. I won't say we had 

 the right sort of mounts. They did not understand 

 the chase of a pig, did not yearn to, and certainly never 

 fathomed the secret. 



First, we were explained to about the rules of the 

 game. Then Clarence and some hunters were told off 

 to beat, and we saw to the spears, tipping them, 

 choosing the most likely from the collected ones 

 belonging to our men. I was allowed to wield a light 

 one, being still a semi-invalid. We all rode out towards 

 the Toyo Plain, the men walking behind. I think I 

 have forgotten to mention the fact that Cecily and I 

 rode astride. That torturing, awkward, and most 

 uncomfortable position which is at home considered 

 the correct way to sit a horse would have been im- 

 possible in Somaliland, not to say dangerous, living 

 under our present conditions. 



The men beat every bush and blade of grass most 

 conscientiously, but at first nothing resulted. On 

 nearing the Toyo, however, we joyfully discovered 

 that a bit of thick thorn cover concealed a small sounder 

 of wart-hog. They scattered as we rode into them. 



