DEATH OF THE GKAND BOAK. 191 



the hill of the cover, up which I had cheered the 

 hounds when they first broke, and in the young 

 spring I beheld two groups of men, and at once, with 

 a deep sigh of regret, became aware that the boar 

 was killed. There he lay outstretched in the centre 

 of about twenty blouses and others, with M. d'An- 

 chald and Ludovic standing over him, Jules and 

 Maurice, with the hounds in couples, a little apart. 

 The boar, after being so repeatedly headed by me, 

 reversed his foot and went right back the line on all 

 his foes, who were coming up to my horn. He was, 

 therefore, cut off from crossing the little valley, over 

 which he had at first broken, and obliged to turn to 

 a running sort of bay in some very old hollow copse- 

 wood, where the guns could easily and openly be 

 brought to bear. Maurice saw him catch poor 

 Barricade on his tusks and fling her up into the air, 

 charging her again ere she could recover herself, 

 though, from the continuous nature of the wound, I 

 believe it to have been done at one blow. 



The boar received eight balls from M. d'Anchald, 

 Maurice, and Ludovic, and M. d'Anchald's groom, 

 before he died — topping the fence of the wood like a 

 greyhound, with seven balls in him, and falling at last 

 from a ball fired by Maurice, as he jumped the fence, 

 which struck him behind, and raked clean up into the 



