REMINISCENCES OF INDIA
encounter. The boar almost sprang at me, but the blade caught him under the jaws and came out through the top of the neck, severing the spine, and he rolled over. I had to let go the spear, and my horse sprang clear of the foe.
I was glad the struggle was over. It had lasted just thirty-five minutes. I was perspiring like a 4 frog on a log ' ; my horse could not have gone another mile at the same pace. I was off him, loosened the girths, turned his head to the wind, and carefully examined him. Fortunately, when he went such a cropper, he had fallen on his side, and his knees were untouched ; but some of the splinters from the broken shaft had penetrated his quarter and gave me some trouble to extract.* My syce soon appeared, and went back for coolies. I had to rest my horse, for these fields had no gates as outlets. The natives clamber over the fences at certain places, where holes for their toes are left, and though it had been rather exciting during the hunt, with a fresh horse, taking these obstacles at a fly, it was very different in cold blood and on a fagged steed. However, picking out the lowest places, I negotiated them successfully, and got back to camp to find that my comrades had killed a couple of sows, and had breakfast ready. I did not take long to pour a few chatties of cold water over me, and then joined them at their meal.
In the afternoon I persuaded one of the Engineers
* Never leave a splinter from a bamboo in a wound Some years afterwards one of the nicest fellows in the 68th Queen's died of lockjaw through a small splinter in his chin, which no one thought anything of.* Never leave a splinter from a bamboo in a wound Some years afterwards one of the nicest fellows in the 68th Queen's died of lockjaw through a small splinter in his chin, which no one thought anything of.