Round came his head and gleaming tusks to the attack of his fresh enemies, but old Smut held him by the nose, and, although the bright tusks were immediately buried in his throat, the staunch old dog kept his hold.

Away went the boar covered by a mass of dogs, and bearing the greater part of our weight in addition, as we hung on to the hunting-knives buried in his shoulders.

For about fifty paces he tore through the thick jungle, crashing it like a cobweb.

At length he again halted; the dogs, the boar, and ourselves were mingled in a heap of confusion.

All covered with blood and dirt; our own cheers added to the wild bay of the infuriated hounds and the savage roaring of the boar.
Still he fought and gashed the dogs right and left.