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up and faced the other way. When I was able to get him round again, the wolf 
was still there, and snarling. I fired the second barrel, and again (my horse 
being very unsteady) the bu!let.struck the ground; but to my intense satisfaction 
it had the effect of determining the wolf to head for the open, and go away 
over the most perfect country I have ever seen—light sandy soil, absolutely 
flat, with only some small nullahs, and afew stones here and there—crops 
down, and not a bush or anything else to obstruct the view. 
The horse I was riding was a short-backed 14°1 country-bred, five years old, 
and in the hardest possible condition, as he had been doing fifteen or twenty 
miles a day for some time, So, with everything in my favour, I made up my 
mind that, though I had the wrong weapon, I would try and compromise the 
matter by not using the gun till I had arrived at as close quarters as would 
have been necessary had I had a spear. Having headed for the open, the wolf 
at first went a great pace, evidently thinking that I was going to do the same ; 
but I had no such intention, for I was anxious to get him well away from the 
cover, and, moreover, from what I saw of the country, there was no necessity 
for hurry. I, therefore, went comparatively slowly, and ina couple of miles 
he began to come back to me, and we strode along together, he at a comfort- 
able lobbing canter, and £ at an ordinary staging pace, about nine or ten miles 
an hour. This sort of thing lasted about half an hour, when we came to 
a small group of babuls, into which the wolf for a moment disappeared, I at 
once pulled up into a walk, and yelling at him as [I went slowly through, I 
caught sight of him through the trees, going away at his best pace on the 
further side, still in the same direction. ‘This gave my horse a breather which 
the wolf did not get, so I calculated I had scored the first point, Then again 
we settled down tothe same steady gallop for the next four or five miles 
(150 yards separating us), when I saw the wolf was beginning to tire, and so 
was my horse, and I wondered how it was going to end. All of a sudden the 
wolf vanished, and on reaching the spot where I had last seen him I found 
myself at the edge of a steep bank of the river (Boor), and there immediately 
below me was the wolf's head emerging from the water, as he swam about 
enjoying his bath. The opposite side of the river was fringed with oleander 
bushes, which continued for some distance, and beyond again, about a mile or 
two distant, I saw what seemed to me tobe another plantation. It was 
obviously necessary, therefore, to get to the other side as quickly as possible, 
and turn the wolf back, for I knew he could never get home again the ten 
miles that I judged it to be. I got across the river lower down without being 
noticed, reaching the other side while he was still in the stream, and was able 
to give my horse another breather and let him have a few mouthfuls of water. 
Thus I scored my second point, for the wolf in the meantime was tiring 
himself with swimming about, Instinctively, as an old pig-sticker, I waited 
for him to charge, as a good old boar would have done after his bath ; but he 
came quietly out, gave himself a shake, and dived into the oleander bushes. 
