1 The boar, the mighty boar's my theme, Whate'er the wise may say : My morning thought, my midnight dream, My hope throughout the day.'
Old Song by Morris.
The first sport in the worldaMy first huntaHunting over an enclosed countryaExtraordinary speed and endurance of wild-boaraHow to ride a pigaChasedaA fallaThirty-five minutes from start to finishaAnother chaseaStruggle for first speara Not always to the fastestaA fighting boaraNarrow escape of a horseaParticulars of my first huntaMy comrade falls into a dul-dulaKill the boaraA hunt near GuntooraA good thrust aHow to meet a charging boaraSpearing under difficultiesa A horse killed.
So long as the people of these islands hold their supremacy in the East, never will the immortal verses, one of which heads this chapter, be forgotten. A man may have slain his hundreds of tigers, he may have killed a hecatomb of big game in Africa and elsewhere, but if he has not followed the mighty boar, he has not tasted the delights of the most fascinating and invigorating sport in the world.
Anyone may kill a tiger by potting him from a treeAnyone may kill a tiger by potting him from a tree