. Wandering words. Reprinted, by permission, from papers published in the "Daily telegraph" and foreign journals and magazines. By Sir Edwin Arnold. With illustrations from drawings by Ben Boothby and from photographs. n the slope, he following. What alovely and lonely hollow it was in that silent Indianwaste, with its smooth tables of sand and grass, itsgreen bushy sides, and cascades of wild parasiticalflowers growing on the tree-stems, while the tinygrey ringdoves flitted cooing from bush to bush, andfrom the thin string of water at the bottom the Deccanpeewit, who cries Did-you-do-it ? Did
. Wandering words. Reprinted, by permission, from papers published in the "Daily telegraph" and foreign journals and magazines. By Sir Edwin Arnold. With illustrations from drawings by Ben Boothby and from photographs. n the slope, he following. What alovely and lonely hollow it was in that silent Indianwaste, with its smooth tables of sand and grass, itsgreen bushy sides, and cascades of wild parasiticalflowers growing on the tree-stems, while the tinygrey ringdoves flitted cooing from bush to bush, andfrom the thin string of water at the bottom the Deccanpeewit, who cries Did-you-do-it ? Did-you-do-it ? rose, aware of our presence. Soon, a button quailbustled out of a cane thicket higher up, and settledalmost at our feet—sure sign that something wascoming. And something did indeed come! Wewere standing on a level patch of clear ground withdense cover above and below, and the twilight,which lasts so briefly in India, was already growingdim, when out blundered a big jungle sow, followed WILD BOARS 26 by a ])ack of piglets, bent, no doubt, on a drink ofwater in the bottom, and afterwards the nightlyforage. Motionless although we stood, she saw usfrom her little eyes, and grunted something perfectly. I SANK ON MY KNEE, AND FIRED QUICK. intelligible, beyond doubt, to her little ones, for theyall immediately scurried hard across the open,hustling their lumbering mother. It was in-telligible, moreover, to another pair of bristly ears, 264 WANDERING WORDS for again the bushes opened, and forth into thepatch of clear ground thrust a grand old grey boar—to whom, I believe firmly, his porcine consort hadhastily but quite plainly remarked, My dear ! thereare hateful men here. Rip them up—if you can. At all events he did not seem surprised to see us,but champed his lips, grunted in a quick, angry way,and came straight for where we stood. Maro ! maro ! cried Raghu— shoot, shoot! —and, truly, it was no time to have in mind theregulations of the Poona Hunt Club. I could
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