The morning call., 1892-10-09

and late i'm the afternoon found the three of
us-for Miss Adela kept camp-stting on
the backbone of ridge resting and gazing
lazily across plain. Finally Joe Farrell,
who had an eye like a hawk, saw some
moving objects away off on the plain. and
moving in a direction that would BRING them
between the point OF the ridge ON which we
sat and thick chaparral. AS they came
nearer Joe declared them TO be species Oh
wild hog, peccary. sometimes, put very
rarely seen in that neighborhood.
Instantly we were all interested, Tor these
peccares are very gamy, and to XIII one Is
quite feat. We dropped behind The ridge
and walking to the top had long SHOT at
the pigs as they passed the chaparral. One
of the pigs fell and lay kicking on the
ground while the rest of the band ran into
the chaparral, where they were SAFE Ifoh
pursuit. The thick gnarled Dranches OF tne
bushes interl aced about two ana nail leet
from the ground, and permitted the entrance
of the pigs, but stopped us. we ran 10
where our fallen pig lay, and throwing OUT
rifles on the ground started to cut MS throat.
AS Ed lay his hand on the wounded pig 1t
emitted q squeal that had most aston!Sh-
ing result.
Forth from the thicket with glazing eyes
and crashing tusks rushed three of the pigs
to the rescue of their fallen brother. L
turned to flee when something struck ME
from behind. my feet flew up and felt my
self being carried through the air WIN III
conceivable rapidly. When got my bear
ings | found that the biggest pig OF the iot'
a wicked old boar, about the size OF mus,
tang pony, had run between my legs ana
carried me off bodily.
had him by the ears and 1t didn't take
me long to find out that my strange steed
could be controlled. l turned him ABOUT
and galloped pack TO see how my eomraues
were faring. They were IN bad case H.
deed. a big boar had Joe down ana was
chewing at his throat, while half way up a
tree was Ed. with pig having hold OF ms
foot The wounded pig was squeaing ana
Ed was yelling 'bloody murder and alto
geiher It was rather an exciting scene. JUST
then | happened 10 see my rifle, short
Winchester, lying on the ground, and
guiding my pig past it, / made a swoop and
got the gun. Holding my gun pistol fashion
] rode past the pig that was making mlnce
meat OF Joe and put bullet through his
brain.
The recoll caused me to lose my hold of
my pigs ears, and he made bolt for the
chaparral. The pig got in all right, but the
branches struck me on the breast and lett
me lying on the ground with my breath IN
the next county. hen 1 came 10 nysell l
saw brave little Adela ride up on Loco
and shoot the pig that was making things so
embarrassing for Ed.
NY first thought was for Joe, who was
still lying motlonless on the ground with
couple of hundred pounds OF pig on top OF
him. pulled the pig off him. and at first
was covered with blood, and ! was sure his
throat was cut. Examination proved, how
ever, that he had successfully protected bis
throat, and while severely gashed on the
arm and breast, was not seriously hurt. and
few drops of brandy brought him around
all right.
Matters were much worse with Ed. The
pig had severed some of the tendons OF his
foot and he has not recovered from the
effects of it to this day, but shows slight
lameneSs when he walks.
1t was now night, but as the moon was
shining we struck camp hitched mp the
horses and. taking the wounded in the
wagon, were soon on our way to San Juan
and doctor,
My ambition as to pig-hunting is amply
satisfied. | had a saddle made of the skin
of the pig l killed, and 1t bids fair 10 outlast
any saddle in the country. | also have
picture frame made of the pig bristles the
doctor picked out OF me, and it is q most
unique ornament.
The absolute truth OF this story will be
vOuehed for by Judge Egan or any other
resident of San Juan. II. W. PATTON.