The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1911-02-18
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pony were excited Bowring had
"hunch" that the pig had gone one
way. SO off he went, but thought I
ed as though they already had the pig
by the tail. flew over a lot of rough
country, and, sure enough, sighted
a big boar galloping along ahead.
Then the fun began in real earnest
ran like the devil. We just simply
flew, and. as my pony was game, he
went wherever the pig went. We
sailed over bitches, fields, brushes. and
any old thing that bobbed up. I
gained on the pig. Just as he was
and caught him a glancing blow with
my spear, which didn't hurt him
much. Away we went again. but
lost him for few minutes in a.
thicket. 1 soon had him on the run
again, and I tell you, 1t was lively
work. The pig was becoming winded.
and finally ran to cover amongst the
trees, bushes and palms in a marshy
creek bed. The dogs had caught up
and attacked the pig. Ny. there was
a ki-y-ing going on. The pig was
grunting, and every now and then a
dog would let out a yelp when the
pig hit him.
My pony was getting pretty well
tired out, but still game Suddenly.
the pig broke cover and came out of
mean and angry, and he had blood in
his eye. let drive at him again, and,
as luck would have it my spear, in
stead of sticking the shoulder, hit the
pig in the forehead, and bounced off
his skull like it was iron. The pig
came with mighty rush and
charged plump into my pony's side.
and then flew away again. 1 chased
that blooming pig over a lot more
country and ran him to cover in an
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much room for the pony to move in.
The dogs got into the game again.
and to say that pig was mad would
be putting it mild. I was trying to
when he came out with a rush. I
wasn't at all enthusiastic, and was
trying to maneuver to get out of the
way when a native beaten. who had
ventured too close. was caught by the
pig. My, but that pig was all over
the man, and the poor fellow was yell
ing bloody murder 4+I pushed in my
tired pony for atiirust just as the
dogs had worried the pig OF the man.
who had sprung up and wounded him
with his spear, and made a beauti
full thrust I ran the spear almost
through the pig, and he came down.
felt as proud as Punch as I swabbed
the spear in a time or two, to be sure
he was a gone coon. The natives had
been hanging onto the trees and
pig was ''hors de. combat they
hoped down, and, in q moment, the
poor old pig was jammed full of
spears, and covered with men and
dogs I really felt sorry for the old
fellow, for he'd had been dead-game
sport.
The native who had been caught
by the pig was bruised up some, and
his clothes torn.
Bowring arrived just as 1 was CIV
ing "oId porker" the coup de grace"
or whatever you call it. I was mighty
proud of my pony for his good work.
Next day we had a merry chase after
another pig, but I couldn't get closer
than a couple of spear lengths, and
we left him in the jungle.
You needn't worry about me ever
going 'spig sticking" again. for / never
expect to see another wild boar. My
first experience is about enough to
hold me for all time.
I haven't the same keenness for
hunting, and my sympathy is for the
game Also am rather fond of my
neck But, at the same time, I am
glad 1 had a real thrill for once.
It seems today is the Indian New
Years day, and my servants have
Just come in to put wreaths around
my neck. Perfectly lovely OF them, 81
don't think They were after the
cheerful little rupees, which L had to
dig up.
GILBERT GUTHRIE.