Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-02-25
TREED sY pEccARIEs.
The Pigs Turned the Tables and uuntet
 the Man.

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 The Pigs Turned the Tables and Hunted
 the Man.
 The peccary is found in large herds in Mexico. Arizona and Southern Texas If one of the herd Is wounded by shot 90 that it squeals. the whole herd will | charge the hunter on sight. He can l escape being devoured only by flight or by climbing tree. In "The Big Game of North America" MT. A c. Requa says that he and three other sportsmen were camped in the mountains, forty 1 miles from Hermosillo It was ar ranged that they should try to get close to herd of peccaries, and near several trees.
 One man was to shoot and cripple a peccary, so that he would squeal. The hunters were then to show themselves, and on being charged by the herd to climb trees, from which they might kill every peccary.
 The next morning, therefore, the hunt CTS started up the mountain, each with a hundred shells. MT. Requa. seeing 8 flock of wild turkeys, separated from his companions and walked long dis tance to get shot. The others went on. He shot one turkey and sat down on a rock to rest, taking of his coat, for 1t was very warm.
 Five minutes after a dozen peccaries came in sight, and as there were plenty of small pines to serve as a refuge, the hunter thought he would kill the whole herd, provided they showed fight. He fired at one and crippled it. The pig squeated, and the peccaries came in such numbers that MT. Requa started for tree, forgetting in his excitement his coat and turkey. He had scarcely time to get up when two hundred mad dened peccaries were squealing around the tree.
 He killed five, that being the number of shells in his rife, a Martin repeater, when he remembered that his ammuni- tion was in the coat he had left on the rock. So he threw down his rife that it might not burden him, retaining two revolvers and belt full of pistol cart ridges.
 The peccaries were gnawing the base of the tree, and climbing over each other trying to get at their enemy. Each shot from his revolver knocked over one, but made the others more furious. They rushed at the tree, gnawed at the bark and wood, while flakes of froth fell from their mouths
 Remembering that his cartridges would soon run out. the hunter stopped shooting and counted the dead hogs. He had killed twenty-three, but there were over two hundred left
 His position was uncomfortable, but the peccaries showed no signs of leav- ing. It was noon and very warm, and he was getting tired of being treed. He thought of his companions, and re- membered that he had not fired the three shots in quick succession from a revolver-the signal agreed upon. He fired them and killed three peccar- ries, and then waited.
 Three o'clock came, but no signs of his comrades. Fatigue made it hard for him to sit on the limb, and he took off his belt and buckled himself fast to the tree, so that he could not fall.
 At seven o'clock the sun went behind the mountain, darkness came on, and with it hunger and thirst. At twelve o'clock the moon disclosed his guard scattered around At two o'clock something, a grizzly or a puma, alarmed the hogs, and they went scamp cring down the mountain.
 Unloosening his belt, Mir. Requa de- scended the tree, but was so stiff and cramped that he could hardly walk. The turkey had been eaten and his coat thoroughly chewed. He reached the camp at daybrealz. Two of the boys were out on horseback Hunting for him. Youths Companion.