is useful in two ways-it protects the natives' crops and gives them food.

An officer of the Maharajah's household who was in charge of the hunting establishment, and who was famous, we were told, among Indian sportsmen, waited upon us, and we agreed that at six o'clock in the morning we should start for the jungle. Dr. Keating was disposed to volunteer, and if General Grant had not been under engagements for the day which he could not put aside, I think he would have ventured out, if

for no other reason than to have a good stiff ride over the country. Mr. Borie preferred to remain with General Grant, and the Colonel alone of our party went to the hunt. At six, the hunting party left the residency and drove out in the cool of the morning some six or seven miles. When they came to the jungle, horses were in readiness, with bullock carts, and a swarm of attendants. The Colonel had had his own share of hunting on the frontiers, and as a cavalryman had a good eye and a good seat. There were firearms along, to meet any

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other animal that might venture upon them. when looking for a pig you may stumble upon a tiger, or a panther, or a bear, when the conditions of the hunt change. There is a story of an officer encountering a panther when out pig sticking, and spearing him. This story is now the wonder and envy of Indian society, and I do not know of any human. proceeding more to be commended or avoided, according as you are trained to view such matters, than spearing a panther. But the officer did so. Our party was prepared for such an emergency, but it did not come. When they came to the ground they mounted. The Colonel rode with the chief sportsman and an interpreter. There were sixteen horsemen, two camels, two bullock carts, and beaters on foot. The chief was a fine, comely, lithe young man, who rode a horse like an Indian, with a keen piercing eye, who looked upon the jungle as upon home and knew every feature of it. He wore a padded gown or riding coat, which looks like one of our comfortable morning wrappers, made of calico, and over this a flowing silk or brocaded tunic as a mark of his rank. When you go on the hunting ground the party divide, at distances far enough apart to cover a mile of the jungle. There are beaters

on foot, who go into the grass and beat the game toward you, making loud noises. If you pass a sow or her young you keep on, allowing them to root at peace or scamper away. If a boar is seen, the signal is given, either by a whistle or a call; sometimes by firing a pistol. Some of the beaters have pistols, so that if the boar should make a break and try to escape they can fire a blank shot and turn him. The boar will turn at the noise and the flash; but if the boar is at a distance you gather your reins, brace yourself in your saddle, take your spear, and run at full speed. The boar always seeks flight. If at all in condition he will go at a pace which no horse can keep. But this does not last long. The first burst over and you gain on him. In time you ride him down, and, as you pass, you drive the spear into his flanks, or, if you can, into his back so as to sever his spine. But this is not often done. The law of the chase is that the first stroke of the spear gives the right to

the trophy. You wound the boar perhaps. Your spear is wrenched from your hand, is broken by the boar, who will snap the iron blade as easily as a stalk of cane. Even when wounded the boar will keep his flight. You pursue him and again spear him; sometimes again and again. The animal, faint from the running, from the loss of blood from the wounds, comes to bay, stops and turns. Then comes the real interest of the chase. He turns to bay and makes a rush. Well for the horseman who can not only keep his seat, but so guide his horse that the boar will not plunge his tusk into his animal's. flanks and rip him open. The Colonel, when he ran down his. first boar, drove the spear. It was hastily, perhaps awkwardly, done, and the boar snapped off the blade. When the boar turned it charged the Colonel's

THE TIGER.

made an ugly gash. Another spear was given the Colonel, who again speared the boar, and this time more effectively, for the animal turned over and died.

One pig is not a bad day's sport. But the morning was not far gone and Colonel Grant felt that his spearing had been clumsily and badly done. It was his first trial, however, in the Indian jungle, and we should have pardoned him if he had been content with his single trophy. So the hunt went on. In a short time another boar was found and the Colonel charged

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it. This time the battle was in the Colonel's own hands. had seen how the director of the hunt managed his business, and the result was a triumph. Riding the boar out of his swift pace he drove the spear. When the animal turned he faced and fought. Another horse in this charge, ridden by an attendant, was wounded, the boar taking him in the shoulder and inflicting an ugly wound. An attendant was thrown and bruised. But the end came, and the Colonel drove his spear home, thus securing his second pig, and glory enough for the day.

It was then proposed to shoot antelope. The antelope is no less wary in the jungle than in our own prairie. He is wary and fleet. It is difficult to stalk him, for going on foot through a jungle, where the wildest of wild animals may come on you, is not a sensible proceeding. In Jeypore there are two ways of hunting the antelope. One is with the cheetah, an animal of the leopard species, of remarkable speed for a short run. The cheetah is taken and trained. I do not think he ever becomes thoroughly tamed, although I saw some in Jeypore led around by attendants. I did not test their docility, having the emotion of early menagerie days, and thinking it odd to see a long, creeping, spotted leopard pacing up and down the streets. The Maharajah has several in his hunting establishment, and, if our party had cared, would have given us a cheetah hunt. The animal is tamed-at least made tame enough to obey his keeper. He is taken in an ox cart to the jungle and hooded. The ox cart drives into the jungle, and so approaches the antelopes. The ox cart is so familiar, as the common wagon of the farmer, that its passing does not disturb them. A horseman or a traveler or a hunter, wearing a different tint of garment from the ordinary peasant, would set a whole herd in motion. The ox cart approaches within three or four hundred yards. The cheetah is unhooded and flies at his game. successful, he brings it down on the first run. Seizing the animal by the throat, there is no escaping. If, however, the distance is badly considered, and the antelope shows too much speed, or the cheetah is bewildered and does not spring at the moment, the antelope gets off, for the speed of the cheetah

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