Norwich bulletin., 1910-03-30
e are many diversions ashore

 for anglers up among the Santa Bar bara islands. Among them is wild boar l hunting on both Santa Rosa and Santa Cruz.
 | Santa Cruz is a mountain range out l at sea filled with deep and radiating canons. The island was visited by I Cabrillo in the sixteenth century, by Vizcaino a century later. and the Rus Sians hunted the sea otter there in the seventeenth century; but who placed the prosenitors of the wild boars on
 the island, how they came there Us not ed and have developed peculiar traits is certain.
 A party of hunters in search of otter and Indian relics landed there not long guide, one Manuel Sarto, in turning the cakes one evening stopped to iis- 1 ten.
 sewhat do you hear?" asked mem-
 1ough," whispered the man. Wild l boars."
 .FWild boars2. exclaimed the other:
 Why didn't you say so before2 Wen I hunt lem. Finest sport in the world!"
 ''Sport?' ?'' rejoined the Mexican. "Is climbing trees sport? That's what 1 do when meet a wild boar. '"The sport of kings" replied the l hunter who was an Englishman. T haven't seen a pigsticktng since was in India We will try it, Manuel. not I you, DuI We, ell
 sfSi. senor.'' answered the Mexican, mot I. but you But I go if we get | horses.''
 1 It appeared that the f1erders who kept sheep on the island at this time 1 had horses at the corral of the little ranch house. Three were secured and that afternoon the party. mounted on I big Mexican saddles and armed with rifles, rode up the trail leading into the | interior of the island. They reached a I high ridge, then pitched down into a canon filled with wild lilac. masses of | wild rose and the island greasewood and cactus. There was a well worn 1 trail, doubtless used by the, Indians 1 long ago, and as 1t gradually pitched down the canon grew deeper, the | mountains seemed to shut in. Now and then focks of valley quail flew up; the wild doves voice rose on the air with it's mournful who who -o-o. and far away coming up the canon with l rhythmic measure was the sound Of seas breaking on the west coast. Suddenly the canon wtdened out and little valley appeared with cactus patches rich in green and brilliant yei- low blossoms. The hunters had almost forgotten the object of their quest when Manuel's horse leaped to one side, almost throwing him, when with an ouf, oufi like escaping steam some thing big, hairy, bristiing and black dashed past them.
 What's that?" cried the. English man. coming down into his saddle T thought you had stuck pigs in Indfa?" answered Manuel, endeavoring to hold his bronco.
 +'So have, but"
 @+Caramba, Look out!" shouted Manuel, as ouf, ouf! sounded from the brush. He come again! He ham string your horse."
 It was too late. That cannonbaa1 of bristles came bowling over the back track with a wishl whoofi ouf! and the bronco went into the air in lateral leaps with which the ordinary tender foot is unfamiliar. To their credit be it said the two hunters were not dis mounted. One horse went dashing up the side of the canon while the two were checked quivering, one of the an imals holding up hoof in pain.
 That was sudden. like the tooth ache" remarked the East Indian pig sticker.
 That is the way he ds." said Man uel. You see heen ?" he cried to the rider up the canon slope.
 "No but I can hear growing and ouf-ouf1ng somewhere. My horse is frightened out of a years growth. l am going to shoot that brute on sight"
 That's the biggest boar ever see," answered Manuel. "He ugly. You see when anything comes along he jest drop his head aad charge Tzlsks like a shark. There he come!
 Ouf, oufi came missing out Of the brush. The broncos tremb1ed and whirled and the hunter on the canon side vainly endeavored to hold his bronco facing the canon go that he could bring his rife into play The animal was crazed with fear and sprang wildly up the side, a bunch of black hair following for several feet Then the rider let the horse go and turning fired into the brush. The pig was seen crawling down.
 Our turn nexti" cried Manuel, who had frightened his cinch and found that the pig had not touched his horse, but it had run into cactus bunch.
 Presently the hunter up on the canon side got his frightened horse down.
 If my horse had stufnbled I believe he said. Did you see him? Bristies on his back half a foot high, tusks four inches long"
 Manuel had dis1nounted and was cactus spines out of his borse's legs. After he had finished and listened to the views of the hunters he said:
 Its no use three hunting at the shot or thrown. That pinto horse. he's going to buck the minute he gets his eyes on the pig, and it's the biggest boar I have seen on the island, old tusk."
 well. what do you suggest?" asked the East Indian pigsticker. If I had a good lance I would not mind riding him down, but this-well, this is diff ferent"
 T say take him one at time." re- piled Manuel, "and the rest hold off"
 That suits"
 The words were not out of the speakers mouth before a rustic was heard in the brush to the right and with a tremendous oufi the boar. which evidently had been sneaking upon them under cover, came at the trio like a cannon1bal. It covered the twenty feet between them and the chaparral seemingly in bound and was among them before they realized it. striking to the right and left. Man uel being dismounted, stood not on the order of going. but ran and scram- bled up the slope of the canon while his bronco reared to avoid the animal, then ran away. The two other horses despite the efforts of the owners,