Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . me to drive us out to a grass jungle,about eight miles oft, which is the principal Jeypore meetfor pig-sticking. We arrived there before daybreak, andfound horses ready waiting. The wild boars take refugeduring the daytime in the ravines and broken ground nearthe river, but at night come out to feed on grain placed forthem in the ridable grass land. The riders have to be onthe ground by davbreak. and intercept the boars on theirway hack to the covers. At first it was too dark to see anythi
Rifle and spear with the Rajpoots: being the narrative of a winter's travel and sport in northern India . me to drive us out to a grass jungle,about eight miles oft, which is the principal Jeypore meetfor pig-sticking. We arrived there before daybreak, andfound horses ready waiting. The wild boars take refugeduring the daytime in the ravines and broken ground nearthe river, but at night come out to feed on grain placed forthem in the ridable grass land. The riders have to be onthe ground by davbreak. and intercept the boars on theirway hack to the covers. At first it was too dark to see anything, but as the dawnglimmered we made out a huge grey boar trotting quietlyhome, and not a couple of hundred yards away. I did nottake a spear, so Alan had to do all the riding, and the grassbeing very thick and high, it was rather difficult to keep theboar in sight, Sometimes as we raced along we had nothingto guide us but the ripple of the grass at the top, as theboar galloped through it beneath. This one was a savageold beast, and did not go more than a mile before he turned AFTER THE BOAR. ?26.). A CRITICAL MOMENT. 271 round and showed fight. The first time he charged he wasspeared badly, and did not give much more trouble. We had two capital gallops directly afterwards, in bothcases killing our boar. The fourth boar, a gaunt-lookingbeast, with enormous tusks and very quick on his legs, gaveus a long run. After he was speared he stood at bay insome prickly bushes, and nothing could induce him to comenut. We galloped round and round shouting at him, butall to no purpose. At last Alan got off his horse, and taking a coupleof clods of earth, flung one of them right at the head happened to be in my direction, and, with acouple of snorts like the puff, puff, of a railway enginestarting, he came straight at my horse. I had no spear,and should not have known how to use it if I had, sorode all I knew, and fled at the top speedI could o-etout of my old hunter, who, I feel ce
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