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the poor dogs like shuttlecocks to the right and left, quicker 
than thought, a troop of grunting Peccaries came rushing in, 
and charged headlong upon bear, dogs, and all. Such yells, 
and screams, and roars of pain, and such a medley helter- 
skelter rout as now occurred, would be difficult to describe. 
The wounded dogs, with tails between their legs, came 
skulking towards us. The bear, frantic with pain, rolled 
his great carcass to and fro, and gaped his red mouth, as 
he struck blindly about him here and there. The grunting 
and rushing patter of an addition to the herd coming in 
behind us, waked us from the sort of stupor this unexpected 
scene had thrown us into for the instant. “ Run, run!” 
shouted my friend, with a voice half choked with mingled 
rage and laughter, and such a scurrying on all sides, for 
the other hunters had just come in, and the cry of “Peccaries! 
Peccaries! run! run!” and the popping of our guns all round 
at them, as we urged our horses to escape through the cane, 
closed this eventful scene, of my first introduction to the 
Peccaries ! 
