. Dick Boldhero : or, A tale of adventures in South America . left hand, and flour-ishing my club in the right, I faced the in-furiated dam. She hesitated a little, butkept up her cry. In a few minutes, I sawissuing from the adjacent thickets severalother peccaries, apparently coming to therescue. They immediately advanced, andI was soon surrounded with more than fortyof these raging beasts. Affairs were now getting serious, and Ithought it best to release the little prisoner,hoping that this would pacify the the tempest was not so easily bristly mob still encircled me,
. Dick Boldhero : or, A tale of adventures in South America . left hand, and flour-ishing my club in the right, I faced the in-furiated dam. She hesitated a little, butkept up her cry. In a few minutes, I sawissuing from the adjacent thickets severalother peccaries, apparently coming to therescue. They immediately advanced, andI was soon surrounded with more than fortyof these raging beasts. Affairs were now getting serious, and Ithought it best to release the little prisoner,hoping that this would pacify the the tempest was not so easily bristly mob still encircled me, grunting,squealing, barking, and bellowing, while, atthe same time, their tusks were displayed,ready to rend me in pieces. I was obligedto keep wheeling round, brandishing myclub, occasionally giving an obtrusive snouta pretty hearty thump by way of storm, however, seemed to thicken, andit was obvious that the whole troop wouldsoon rush upon me. In this extremity, dis-cretion seemed the better part of valor, and DICK BOLDHERO. 81 ,t?r-^\*s.^V^. ENCOUNTER WITH THE PECCARIES. 82 DICK BOLDHERO. concluding that I had better risk my honorthan my Hfe, I took advantage of an openspace, sprang through the circle, and leapedinto the branches of a tree that was near by. The disappointed assailants pursued me,and, encircling the tree, vented their ragein grunts and groans. Never did I see sucha hubbub. Sitting upon the hmbs of thetree in perfect safety, I looked dow^n andlaughed very heartily at the scene. Therewas one boar who seemed particularly anx-ious ta signalize himself. He had enormouslong tusks, and in his fury he frothed at themouth, and kept up a great outcry. Hewas probably the captain of the troop, forhe generally led the way, and a party ofa dozen supporters were always at hisheels. I could not forbear the pleasure of stir-ring up this Hector of the field with anoccasional poke across the back with myshillelah. It was amusing to see his in-dignation, blent with
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