Suddenly some fifteen to twenty wild boar appeared among the bushes, coming straight towards me.

The first of these was an enormous brute, evidently _the_ boar we wanted.
I heard shots on either side of me from my friends, but I kept my eye on the big boar.

To my astonishment he came right under the tree where I was sitting, and stopped to listen.
He cocked his head on one side, looked all round him, but forgot to look up the tree he was quite close to, in which was his enemy.
Taking advantage of this I fired a ball and an S.S.G.cartridge into him, before he could make up his mind which way to go; he gave a tremendous grunt and rolled over.

I had not time to be overjoyed at my luck before I found myself rolling on the ground alongside of my victim, who, not being dead, was by no means a pleasant companion.

The fact is that the seat on which I had been perched, having been very carelessly put up, had given way, and down I came from a height of about twelve feet.