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the hacienda put it. As the poor little 
pigs have been known to keep a man up 
a tree for three days, we felt more like 
wasting ammunition than sympathy on 
them. 
The rain now came down in torrents, 
vivid sheets of lightning played in our 
faces, and the rumbling of the thunder 
was often so loud we could not hear the 
shoutings of one another. Now, indeed, 
we were anxious to get a peccary ; for 
while a little rain helps the hunter in his 
chase after wild hogs, such a deluge is 
entirely against him. The dry gullies 
were running water that would swim a 
peccary, and this was in their favor in 
escaping from the dogs, for I should have 
said we had two dogs with us: one a 
noble-looking fellow for a hunt, and 
resembling a Cuban bloodhound, the 
