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decided to try the slopes on the other side of the 
ridge. 
Once more, as rosy-fingered dawn drew aside 
the purple veil of night, we shouldered our rifles 
and made for the sparsely wooded slopes, where 
we had discovered the eared pheasants. Before 
long we came upon the fresh tracks of two good- 
sized pigs. We followed these up all the morning 
without sighting anything larger than hares, 
pheasants and woodcocks, though there were 
not wanting signs that the pigs were but a 
little distance ahead. At noon we rested in a 
beautiful ravine, where we made a hearty meal of 
cold pheasant and bannock, washed down with 
long draughts of water from the cool stream 
which gurgled at our feet. 
The best part of the afternoon was behind us 
when signs in the trail, which we had taken up 
again after lunch, convinced me that we were 
close up to the pigs. Warrington and I were 
down at the bottom of a ravine, while our French 
friend was sauntering along the top of the ridge, 
looking very bored with the proceedings, and 
audibly wishing that we would confine our atten- 
tions to easier game. Suddenly his voice, choking 
with suppressed excitement, rang out. ‘“ Peeg! 
Peeg!” Looking up we saw our companion, his 
face ablaze, beckoning to us with one hand and 
pointing to a magnificent boar with his gun held 
in the other. His weapon was a treble-barrelled 
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