REMINISCENCES OF INDIA
spears' lengths, and yet seemed to be going well within himself at a long swinging canter. If you don t press your pig from the very start you'll never catch him. My horse required no spur to urge him on. He was in his prime, about six, full of pluck, and hard as nails, and we went fully a mile, jumping over obstacles every hundred or a hundred and fifty yards. The sows still led the way, the foam was dripping from the boar's chaps, and his old eyes every now and then looked at me out of the corner of the lids. He was getting riled. I saw him stumble for the first time over the next hedge, and knew he would not go much farther ; as my horse flew over the same fence, the sows were visible, but where was the boar? I was not left long in doubt, for he had lain close to the hedge ; no sooner had my nag's hoofs touched the ground than with a whoof, whoof! he thundered at our heels. For the next three or four minutes I had to use the persuaders to keep my horse from being cut. Instead of jumping over the next fence, I skirted it, followed by the boar not three feet behind me. Finding I had the legs of him, I drew in the reins and allowed my foe to get within a foot or so of my steed's quarters, then, turning round in the saddle, with a backward prod I stabbed the boar as hard as I could in the head ; but the aim was not good, the blade went in a little below the eyes, through the base of the nostrils, glanced to the left, and it was as much as I could do to withdraw my weapon.
The boar stood shaking his head ; the more he shook it, the more blood he got in his eyes, and during his indecision I wheeled round, and went at him asThe boar stood shaking his head ; the more he shook it, the more blood he got in his eyes, and during his indecision I wheeled round, and went at him as