The Veddah advanced to the attack with his bow and arrows; but he had no sooner wounded the beast than he was suddenly charged with great fury.

In an instant the boar was into him, and the next moment the Veddah was lying on the ground with his bowels out.

Fortunately a companion was with him, who replaced his entrails and bandaged him up.

I saw the man some years after; he was perfectly well, but he had a frightful swelling in the front of the belly, traversed by a wide blue scar of about eight inches in length.
A boar is at all times a desperate antagonist, where the hunting-knife and dogs are the only available weapons.

The largest that I ever killed, weighed four hundredweight.