274 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
Chronicles — Un veracious Chronicles ! After all, it 
was no taller story than many one hears, and a good 
deal funnier than some. We know Eve told the first 
lie, but I am confident that if Adam ever went big 
game shooting he came in a very good second at the 
winning post. 
The leader had a brilliant inspiration just then. We 
would have a day at pig-sticking. He was great 
after pig in India, and of course where we were was 
quite the right sort of country. I won’t say we had 
the right sort of mounts. They did not understand 
the chase of a pig, did not yearn to, and certainly never 
fathomed the secret. 
First, we were explained to about the rules of the 
game. Then Clarence and some hunters were told off 
to beat, and we saw to the spears, tipping them, 
choosing the most likely from the collected ones 
belonging to our men. I was allowed to wield a light 
one, being still a semi-invalid. We all rode out towards 
the Toyo Plain, the men walking behind. I think I 
have forgotten to mention the fact that Cecily and I 
rode astride. That torturing, awkward, and most 
uncomfortable position which is at home considered 
the correct way to sit a horse would have been im- 
possible in Somaliland, not to say dangerous, living 
under our present conditions. 
The men beat every bush and blade of grass most 
conscientiously, but at first nothing resulted. On 
nearing the Toyo, however, we joyfully discovered 
that a bit of thick thorn cover concealed a small sounder 
of wart-hog. They scattered as we rode into them. 
