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and spitting, barks and yowls greeted our ears as we crawled in, 
while on reaching the cavern the green eyes of the lynx flashed 
like electric lights from a dark recess. Though one hind-leg 
had been broken and the other damaged by a rifle-ball, yet she 
held easy mastery over five or six dogs. Sitting bolt upright, 
she kept the lot at bay with sweeping half-arm blows. Not 
a dog dared close, and the brave feline had to be finished with the 
lance. 
Mancua DEL Minacro, February 4, 1908.—The covert, we 
knew by spoor, held a first-rate boar, and his most probable 
salida, (break-out) was at the foot of a perpendicular sand-wall, 
within fifty yards of which the writer held guard. Within brief 
minutes the music of the pack corroborated what had been fore- 
told by spoor. Twice the boar with crashing course encircled the 
mancha within, passing close inside my post. Each moment I 
watched for his appearance at the expected point on the right. 
Then, without notice or sound of broken bough, suddenly he stood 
outside on the left—almost beneath the gun’s muzzle—not eight 
feet away. Luckily (as he stood within my firing-lines) the boar 
steadfastly gazed in the opposite direction, nor did I seek by 
slightest movement to attract attention to my presence. For 
some seconds we both remained thus, rigid. Then with sudden 
decision the boar bounded off, flying the gentle slope in front, 
and ere he had passed a yard clear of the firing-line, fell dead 
with a bullet placed in the precise spot. 
Weight, 164 lbs. clean, and grey as a donkey. 
A wounded boar should always be approached with caution. 
Remember he is a powerful brute, very resolute, and furnished with 
quite formidable armament, which, while life remains, he will use. 
One of the biggest, after receiving a bullet slightly below and 
behind the heart, went slowly on some fifty yards, when he 
subsided, back up, among some green iris. Half an hour later the 
writer silently approached from directly behind. At ten yards 
the heaving flanks showed that plenty of life remained, and 
beautiful scimitar-like tushes were conspicuous enough on either 
side. I therefore quietly withdrew. On a keeper presently riding 
up, the boar at once dashed on a deg, flung him aside (laying 
open half his ribs), and charged the horse. The latter was 
smartly handled and cleared, when the boar instantly turned on 
