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riders were coming from different directions into one point, the foot of a small hill over which the hog was making the best of his way, the interest was kept up intensely till the moment of their closing. Both had some considerable distance to go with bad ground, and a more beautiful sight than the run afforded, as each rider occasionally disappeared in a deep nullah and again emerged, both making play in good earnest, cannot well happen. After a severe struggle, Recorder gained the hill just before his antagonist, and the spear was finally decided in favour of the Captain. It appeared afterwards that the latter had pushed his horse to the utmost to gain the hill first, for Recorder, like many other horses, got disheartened when passed, although he had splendid bottom as long as he could keep the lead, and I need hardly say to those that know him, that to dispossess him of the lead at any time required a horse very superior to those usually in the field. Had the Chancellor arrived at that point first, there can be little doubt whose would have been the spear, but as it was, his opponent had the start, and kept it, although from the different directions they had come there were considerable doubts whose would be the fortune of the day to the last. If there was one horse in the field more likely to defeat his antagonist than another, it was the Chancellor, and had it rested with the riders, the Captain-as good a workman as ever sat in a saddle would have found he had full employment on his hands in the person of as awkward a

customer as could well be desired. Some of the party were so late in returning home that the place of the black boar was supplied by lanterns at the flag-staff head, and even with this. assistance half-past

eight and nine o'clock had struck before the whole were assembled. Total killed this day, 5.

Sept. 16.-The fatigue of yesterday seemed far from diminishing the ardour of the party-indeed, if possible, the longing for sport was increasing. The horn sounded to horse at nine-boots and spurs were in requisition in a moment; and the bajree being the point of attack, each man was soon at his station.

Of all the awkward-looking falls ever witnessed, one that happened to my often-mentioned friend the Captain this day beats them hollow. Of five horses brought with him, towards the end of the day he was reduced to a grey galloway, as nice a piece of blood as a man could mount, but far over-weighted with very nearly 12 stone on his back. What with saddle and bridle, my friend could not have weighed much less, but the idea of giving up the sport as long even as the little fellow could hold out, never entered into his head, and what's more, never would. A fine hog went away for the grove, pursued by at least five riders. About 150 yards, or perhaps a little more, from the grove itself, ran an awkward nullah, soft at the bottom, with as ugly banks on each side as need be. Leaping was out of the question, it being at least 40 feet wide, and there was nothing for it but to go down into it and up again. A hog goes a tremendous pace at any time, but the spirit he has always in him when close on a cover can only be understood by those who have witnessed it. Let him have run for ten miles, the go he has in him for the last 200 or 300 yards into cover is amazing. The order in which the riders came out of the nullah I don't exactly recollect, nor is it material-suffice it to say, the little grey galloway charged it

with the best (he had racing speed), and bounded well into the middle of it with a resolution that would disgrace no horse. There ended his career for the time at least for finding the weight of his rider, whatever it might be on hard ground, far above his powers in deep sand, down he came head over heels, apparently entangled with his master. To extricate himself took no great time, and when fairly clear, a sight presented itself that was enough to turn the boldest man sick. The spear was standing with its point uppermost, exactly as if it had gone clean through the body, nor was the contrary discovered till some motion on the part of our dismounted friend took away its prop, and down it fell to the heartfelt satisfaction of all who were present. Excepting a slight stunning and a heavy blow on the arm from the horse's legs, no damage was done; but how the spear had got into the frightful position it was when first seen, is difficult to explain. Whilst this was going on in the nullah, a ludicrous accident happened on the bank. Mr. C., who had mounted a black horse, the only one of his stud at that late hour in a rideable condition, found, long before his arrival at this eventful nullah, that the order of things was quite reversed, and that instead of having the command of his horse he had as little to say to him as the rest of the riders had to the hog, who during the confusion had joined his brother grunters in the Grove. Finding all chance even of a ninth spear (for which early poke, with the hog sprawling on the ground too, I recollect seeing two good folks at a certain party on the point of quarrelling) out of the question, Mr. C., like a good general, began to manoeuvre, in order to take advantage of his intimate knowledge

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of the practicable points of the above-mentioned nullah, and was accordingly to be seen screwing, or rather attempting to screw, his unruly steed to a spot where a descent might securely be effected, trusting to the sand to do the rest for him, or at any rate something towards defeating the object of his black steed, which appeared to be nothing more or less than making himself intimate with the recesses of the Grove itself, which, I before observed, consisted of trees sufficiently well adapted for cooling the courage of the hardiest rider. In reliance on a good bridle and tolerable strength of arm, he had reckoned on being able at any rate to turn him, although pulling up was quite out of the question; but, like many others, he had reckoned without his host-he had as much chance of turning the black as he had of turning the nullah itself out of the way. As is invariably the case on such occasions, the horse, as if to show his utter contempt for his master, bore down for the very worst place the nullah could boast of. he came, thundering like a carthorse, directly for a number of narrow channels cut by the rush of the rain into the nullah, and on the very bank itself. He nearly fell into the first, and had just power left to scramble out, when down he went fairly into the next, and he was firmly stuck to the depth of the top of the saddle, still standing, but so jammed that the rider himself had the greatest difficulty in extricating his own legs, which being cased in large jack-boots, fast pressed to the saddle, did not facilitate the operation: he succeeded, however, in the end, without having received the slightest injury from an accident which certainly at first promised not as well as it turned out. In spite of these mistakes,

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eight hogs were numbered with the dead this day.

Sept. 17.-At work again at the usual hour: the Captain, not the worse for yesterday's roll, with the exception of his arm in a sling, was with the first in the field. A fine day's sport wound up with six hogs killed.

Sept. 18.-A halt was voted this day, and not without reason, having been hard at it for seven successive days. Captain H., together with Captain P., left us for Ahmednuggur, to the deep regret of every individual; the latter gentleman has not been mentioned hitherto for the same reason which applies to many others. Nothing out of the way had happened to him, and as usual he had done his duty-for so heavy a weight for an Arab as 14 stone, without either boots, saddle, or bridle, he is a surprising goer, and a better and keener sportsman is not to be met with.

As spears were interdicted today, the ponies were in request for coursing. We seemed really

to have started under most favourable auspices, for foxes and hares appeared literally in waiting for us. The dogs were run to a standstill, a sufficient signal for a return to the tents.

Sept. 19.-On the field this morning at nine precisely. It looked as if the whole country was determined to witness our two last days' sport, for although the number of beaters had been daily increasing until the last day, when about 280 were counted, they came to-day in swarms; 350 men were put into line in the first cover, extending no small distance, four and five yards being about the space between each man, the riders taking up their position immediately in advance. Of all good covers there is nothing like grain; the suddenness with which the

hog springs on his legs-the alarm of the beaters on the spot, together with the great and tremendous rush of the animal itself, strewing, for the moment, the grain in his course, is a sight rarely to be equalled-the management required to prevent his breaking through the line-the intense anxiety and eagle-eyed watchfulness for a view-and, O ye gods! the thrilling feel and furious dash of the sportsmen the instant the hog is descried fair away-are things that must be seen and felt, and are not to be profaned by an attempt to describe them.

Any sportsman that wishes to see what can be done with beaters should join the Hunt on their meetings at the Grove-the line is preserved in a style quite extraordinary compared with the little order kept at hog-hunts in general; great patience has been used, and with an effect that should and must show how much more is to be brought about with natives in that way than with the scampering up and down, the bawling and noise, which so often accompanies any trifling disorder in the line. The coup d'œil this day was really grand, and the sport seemed to reward the party for the trouble they had taken. No accidents of any kind happened, and by the close of the day eleven fine bristlers had been slain.

Sept. 20.-This was the ninth and last day-the same number of beaters were on the ground by nine, and after a hard day's work we bade adieu to the bajree with four hogs killed-a somewhat reduced number in comparison with yesterday's success. It had been before determined on to give over at the end of this day-enough to satisfy the most greedy had been done; besides which, we had tried most of the grain. In the Grove

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itself were left six or eight huge
monsters of a light grey colour,
whom it was impossible to dis-
lodge. One only of these enor-
mous brutes has ever been hunted
at this place, and he made good
his escape back to the Grove with
only one spear wound. The beat-
ers declare this selfsame monster
is to be seen to this day with the
scar on him, and there is no reason
to disbelieve it, for the wound was
not given above eight years ago.
The grey boar who flourished in
verse in the last number of the
Magazine must have been of this
genus. It would be almost worth
while to shoot one of these mon-
sters for the purpose of weighing
and measuring him, though I
should be very sorry to be the
person bound to give a description
of him, as I expect very few would
credit the account. I don't know
how it is, but I think the good
people on this side of India are
less credulous than they were;
however, I don't intend to be
frightened out of a few strange

things I have to tell of tigers and tiger-slayers on elephants, horseback, and foot, which I have by me, though I am pretty certain not above half will be believedif even so much. I have but little more to add on the subject of the party I have attempted to describe: fifty-four hogs were killed, and twice that number found; and what was more extraordinary, I have never seen hogs run faster and stronger, although in the height of the grain season, a time of year in which generally they are too fat to go as they should. There were a few very large ones amongst the number killed, but by far the greater portion were fine lanky boars, which for sport, both as regards ferocity, speed, and bottom, beat all others hollow.

As I must have long ago exhausted the patience of the most patient reader indeed, I almost fancy I hear the words stop him who can I shall call off for the present.

NIMROD IN THE EAST.

PARODY OF "TAMBOURGI, TAMBOURGI."

FROM LORD BYRON.

Oh, Nimrod of Kandes, thy tents in the fort
Give hopes to the hunter, and promise of sport ;
All the sons of the mountains arise at thy call,

The Cooley, the Bheel, and the hardy Patell.

Who's fonder of sport than the quicksighted Bheel?

Though but half clothed in rags, still his frame's hard as steel;
To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock,
And descends to the plain from his cave in the rock.
E'en the sons of old Cundoo, who ne'er missed his foe,
The pleasures of shooting the tiger forego;
With their bows and their arrows they flock in to tell
The haunts of the beast they love hunting so well;
Each village sends forth all her half savage race,
They abandon the plough for the joys of the chase;
And their bodies of black shall be blacker before
The tiger is killed and the hunting is o'er.

Then the Cooleys of Thalner, that dwell on the banks
Of the Taptee, shall swell our irregular ranks,
And leaving their wives and their children in haste,
Shall track to his covert the king of the waste.

I seek not the pleasures that wealth can supply:
My spear
and gun win what the rich cannot buy;
In wine and soft couches no joys can I see;
But the tiger and wild boar give pleasure to me.

I adored the fair face of a maid in my youth,
I knew she was lovely, I thought her all truth,
But e'er manhood had darkened the down on my chin,
I found she was false, and deceit lurked within;

I remember the time, when sweet Phillis's charms
I'd have given the world to have pressed in my arms,
But her falsehood and treachery ne'er had I proved,-
As an exile through India ne'er had I roved!

I talk not of softness, dream not of delay,
He neither must know, who the tiger would slay;
The sun and the rain both alike must be dear
To him who delights in his gun and his spear.

When black Hyder, his trunk curling up in his ire,
Sees the eyes of the tiger with rage flashing fire,

When the spring with a roar brings the monster in sight,
Then prove we the joys of unmingled delight.

Then bind on the howdah, my rifle prepare,
With thy tigers, oh, Thalner! war now I declare ;
And if fortune to favour us kindly will deign,
By the evening thy towers shall view us again.

JUNGLICUS.

SIR,

FEEDING AND TRAINING.

To the Editor of the Oriental Sporting Magazine.

I beg leave to reply to the questions proposed by your very sporting-like and intelligent correspondent "Novice," whose liberality, candour, and simplicity deserve particular attention from those who have more acquaintance with turf affairs than he seems to possess, and who, indeed, in some measure, are called upon by his ingenuous avowal of ignorance to prevent any undue advantage being taken of so amiable a confession, by the knowing ones with

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whom he may have to Luckily, he is at Poona, where the supporters of the races are gentlemen as well as sportsmen; but he may change his residence before December next, or run his horses elsewhere, and may possibly meet with competitors less generous than just people who are rigidly strict in all that concerns the Course, and think it their duty to be so, and consequently, through ignorance, his horse may lose a plate, as a certain "Accident" Colt did in 1826, which colt walked

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