The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-03-03
EXCITING SPORT.
A Boar In India Graphically De-
scribed.
Calcutta Cor. New York Times.l

holiday, and will begin his pleasure with
visit to the race-stand in the early
morning; escaping thence he will take
train to the happy hunting grounds
thirty miles away. There some of his
stud will have preceded him. He will
find long line Of elephants awaiting his
sovereign will, and once mounted the
beat will begin. Fifty acres of thick
scrub, ending in huge plain, intersect-
cd here and there with dry water courses
and patches of sugar-cane. Forty ele-
plants, hardly ten feet apart, come
crashing through the underwood in a
compact line. A solitary iackal trips
daintily out of the nearest bushes and
surveys the scene; he sits on his
launches like dog and looks quietly
about him. Nothing very alarming, he
thinks, in half dozen horsemen dotted
about in front A snort from one of the
elephants, still 200 yards off, however,
decides him, and he trots quickly along
the Jungle till he can make a bolt of it
between two horses; his trot becomes a
shambling gallop and he disappears in
sugar-c cane field mile off. Half a dozen
quail whirr up inst under the elephants
trunks and drop down with a tnud on
the stubble in front. The elephants are
now not eighty yards off the end OF the
scent, and the work begins to get exclu-
ing. A black head suddenly pops out,
with little black eyes squirting at you
viciously over long snout-a very mat
ronly SOW indeed, as she comes out with
grllnt, with her following OF little
piggy -wiggies screaming i'll sympathetic
chorus. Some of the younger hands
think the time is really come, and there
is a commotion among the horsemen;
but the cry of "NNear SOW" restores or
der, and the old lady and her litter trot
by. She passes close to the outside
horseman, who attempts to separate her
from her young. Mamma, however,
won't stand this. She IS cross and out
OF sorts at being driven out of her mud
dy bed thus early in the day, so down
she comes with most determined
charge; but the old fiea-bitten Arab is
quite used to this sort of thing he
swerves cleverly when she seems almost
upon him, white his moster, reversing
the spear, brings down the weighted end
with resounding whack on her fianks,
which sends her of at the gallop, with
succession of s9ueals, after her young,
now little bli ok dots on the receding
plain. The line meanwhile has been
coming slowly nearer. A sudden rush
in the underwood, and out at the further
end shoots tive boar. A noble brute he
is as he goes tearing along with
crest erect and his white tllsks
cleaning IN the sun. Two smaller
boars break at the same time; each takes
his own line, with his mounted escort IN
close attendance. The big fellow scorns
the patch of sugar cane which lies tempt
ingly on his right, but makes straight
for some dense scrub mile on. For
the first half mile, thanks TO his start, no
horse comes near him, but the pace has
been terrific, and the froth churns from
his lips as he grinds steadily on. A
rider, evidently a novice, on strong
pulling waller, comes tearing along, gain
ing at every stride. Thirty PAGES behind
is the flea bitten Arb, going quietly
within himself, evidently bent on taking
things easy. The waler's nose is now
over the pig, and You can see the rider
towering his spear for the thrust, when
round goes the boar with sudden turn
TO the left, right across the horses
stride there is a violent thud as the fore
legs strike his broad back, and the next
moment horse and rider are ON the
ground, fortunately neither of them
much hurt, while the pig, also bowled
over with the blow, picks himself up and
grinds along as before. But the flea
bitten Arab has not been idle meanwhile
and is not ten yards behind the boar when
he gets ON his legs. They race in posi-
ton for few PAGES; there IS a slight
touch of the spear; the old hocse jumps
forward with a bound. The rider bends
a little to the right as he passes the pig;
the boar's head swings round, and you
hear the tushes snap ominously against
the bamboo which is now buried two
feetin his reeking side. One good pull
TO get the spear out, which is unsuccess-
full, and the boar goes along with the
shaft poised in the air. Soon his pGcc
slackens, and he knows it Is Impossible
to reach the still distant shelter.
friendly tree, with broad gnarled trunk,
decides him. With his back agalDst It's
roots and his snout toward hls foes, he
stands mt bay. His ferocious little eyes,
now bloodshot with rage and pain, gleam
through their bushy taDgle of hair. His
foes now surround him on all sides In Il
moment. He chooses his antagonist,
and comes straight at him with rush,
but he never reaches his foe. A couple
of spearheads have pricked him before
he has gone ten PAGES of his intended
charge. He fights madly 20 right and
left, but when hs reaches his shelter
again he carries his death wound with
him. Slowly the blood wells from him
as he still stands erect and dauntless
before his assailants his eyes close
slowly; he drops on his knees, and then
rolls quickly overload. Such is the
kind of sport the Prince may enjoy if
he choose TO ride, and there are some
enthusiastic folk who say that a gallant
ride efter an old boar is alone a sufficient
recompense for the wearisome routine Of
ceremonial duty which must be endured
by His Royal Highness during his visit
to this country.
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