SINO-MONGOLIAN FRONTIER 
shot-gun and rifle combined. As soon as he was 
sure we had seen the pig, he turned and let drive 
at him with both barrels of bird shot, following 
this up with the rifle. At the same moment our 
own pieces rang out, but the pig, stung into mad- 
ness, tore up the hill and across the ridge. Down 
the other side he went, regardless of every impedi- 
ment, leaving a trail of scattered rocks and up- 
rooted bushes. He had gained the bottom of the 
ravine and was well up the opposite slope before 
we reached the top of ours. Here in a dense 
pine spinney we lost sight of him and were too 
exhausted to trail him further, so he escaped with 
a dose of No. 4 shot in his hind quarters. 
Our time, regulated by the duration of our 
friend’s leave, was almost at an end, so we decided 
to finish up with a grand drive, in which we hoped 
to settle the vexed question as to who should claim 
the honours of the chase. 
Unfortunately for me, it proved to be my off 
day, so that but for a nice right and left at the 
commencement of the drive, and a bird here and 
there throughout the day, I missed everything. 
Warrington on the other hand did particularly 
well, and the Frenchman increased his total bag 
by several brace of pheasants. The result of the 
day’s shooting was a win for Warrington. This 
finished our little trip, and we returned without 
adventure to T’ai-yiian Fu. 
We found that the Revolution had just broken 
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