THE WILD BOAR IN BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 353 
After describing the way in which he managed io place himself 
between the Boar and his retreat, Capt. Shakespeare continues :— 
“Standing as I was, behind a hedge considerably higher than 
my mare’s head, I did not see the Boar. The duffadar (native 
officer) was some thirty yards to my left, and, looking over a lower 
part of the hedge, shouted out, ‘Here he comes!’ The mare was 
standing still, and I had but just time to drop my spear-point, 
which caught the Boar in the rise, and the blade was buried in 
his withers. My mare, from her standing position, cleared with 
one bound the Boar, spear and all, as this was carried out of my 
hand; then suddenly turning, was in her stride after the Hog. 
The Hog had but seventy yards to reach the jungle, and just as 
he struck the first branch of the jungle with his back, breaking in 
two the shaft of my spear (which was still fast in his body), the 
duffadar closed with him. The Boar, having been missed by the 
spear, ran under the duffadar’s horse, and for thirty yards lifted 
him off his legs, plunging and kicking till the rider came to the 
ground. Fortunately we had three dogs with us; and having 
shouted to the people to let them go, they came up and took the 
attention of the Boar at the moment he was on the duffadar, who 
had fallen on his sword and broken it, and was utterly helpless. 
The next moment the Boar made full tilt for his stronghold, the 
dogs following close at his heels. Armed with a fresh spear, I 
rode up the face of the hill, and from thence, looking down, saw 
the Boar at bay and surrounded by the hounds, but in such a 
situation that it was impossible on horseback to go to the 
assistance of the dogs. At this moment one of the beaters came 
running up with a heavy double-barrelled rifle, and being appre- 
hensive that the hounds would be speedily slaughtered if not 
relieved, I took the gun, and dismounting, resolved to attack the 
Boar on foot. Just as I got to the bottom, I saw the monster 
Boar with his back to a tree, and the three dogs looking very 
cautiously at him. He was about forty yards from me. Directly 
he saw me, putting his head down a little to take aim, he came 
straight at me, increasing his pace from the trot to the charge. 
When about fifteen yards off, he received the first bullet of my 
rifle in his neck. ‘Taking not the least notice of it, he came on, 
and the second barrel fired at him, at about five yards, broke his 
left under jaw-bone at the tusk. Fortunately I brought my rifle 
down to the charge, and, striking it with his head, the Boar sent 
