182 TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS 
elephant carrying the nets, breaking a trail for 
about three hours, when we heard the screaming 
and chattering of monkeys. The natives first 
thought the cry was “re-mow” (tiger); the men 
on the first elephant halted just at reaching a break 
in the jungle; they called back, all excited: “Ttan, 
Bar-be. Ari-men kombing, be-prong (Sir, a fight 
between a pig and a leopard).” By the time I 
arrived alongside the other elephant at the clearing 
both elephants were becoming restive, but were be- 
ing calmed down by their drivers. 
I came upon a sight I shall never forget, a full- 
grown leopard and a Baba-rusa (wild boar) in a 
deadly combat. I was fascinated by the sight; no 
noise would have disturbed them, for what with 
the snarling, screaming, grunting of the two, and 
the screaming of the monkeys, it was difficult for me 
to even make the men I was talking to hear. The 
fight must have been going on for some time before 
we got there. The pig’s jaws dripped with blood 
and foam, his beady red eyes following each move 
of the leopard, his flanks and back covered with 
blood from the clawing and biting it had suffered, 
but still strong, nimble and full of fight; the leopard’s 
side and neck gashed open and blood streaming 
from the wounds. One can hardly credit the quick- 
ness of a wild boar; they are lightning fast on their 
feet; their big head and thick hide are a match 
for any tiger in a fair fight, let alone a leopard, and 
although a leopard is very quick, the boar with its 
