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again, ensconcing ourselves behind the trees. 
A violent barking followed, then the dreadful 
death shreaks of two of the dogs, next two 
rifle shots, and then a rush. On she came, (as 
we thought,) the tree in front gave way with 
the falling weight — another shot — another — 
and a huge wild boar rolled at our feet — dead ! 
Bitter indeed was our disappointment, for the 
buffalo, killing two more of our best dogs, had 
escaped; whilst our two remaining dogs had 
preferred the encounter of the boar, which had 
accidentally crossed the path, to their other 
more formidable enemy. 
It was now about four o'clock, and worn out, 
we lay down on our backs to sleep, while the 
Hottentots proceeded to cut up the pig, and 
stow it away in hiding places, to which they 
could return, and fetch it away at their leisure. 
After an hour's rest, we were again on the 
chase, and then pursued it steadily until half- 
past seven in the evening. The setting sun then 
warned us to desist, and we were fain to leave 
our prey still at large, although pretty sure of 
finding her next morning, nor far from where 
we had last left her. Two days afterwards, her 
mangled remains were found close to her fa- 
vourite retreat, the muddy "vhyP She had re - 
turned and breathed her last there, " dying 
game," in the fullest sense of the words. The 
