e right, and the
high mountains of Kirigallapotta and Totapella bounded the view upon
the left.

There is a good path along the narrow ridge on the summit of the Elk
Plain hills, which has been made by elephants. This runs along the
very top of the knife-like ridge, commanding a view of the whole
country to the right and left. The range is terminated abruptly by a
high peak, which descends in a sheer precipice at the extremity.

I strolled along the elephant-path, intending to gain the extreme end
of the range for the sake of the view, when I suddenly came upon the
track of a "boar," in the middle of the path. It was perfectly fresh,
as were also the ploughings in the ground close by, and the water of a
small pool was still curling with clouds of mud, showing most plainly
that he had been disturbed from his wallowing by my noise in ascending
the mountain-side.

There was no avoiding the find; and away went "Bluebeard," "Ploughboy,"
"Gaylass" and all the leading hounds, followed by the whole pack, in
full chorus, straight along the path at top speed. Presently they
turned sharp to the left into the thick jungle, dashing down the
hillside as though off to the Elk Plains below. At this pace I knew
the hunt would not last long, and from my elevated stand I waited
impatiently for the first sounds of the bay. Round they turned again,
up the steep hillside, and the music slackened a little, as the bounds
had enough to do in bursting through the tangled bamboo up the hill.

Presently, I heard the rush of the boar in the jungle, coming straight
up the hill toward the spot where I was standing; and, fearing that he
might top the ridge and make down the other side toward Dimboola, I
gave him a halloo to head him back. Hark, for-r-rard to him! yo-o-ick!
to him!

Such a yell, right in his road, astonished him, and, as I expected, he
headed sharp back. Up came the pack, going like race-horses, and
wheeling off where the game had turned, a few seconds running along the
side of the mountain, and then such a burst of music! such a bay! The
boar had turned sharp round, and had met the hounds on a level platform
on the top of a ridge.

"Lucifer" never leaves my side until we are close up to the bay; and
plunging and tearing through the bamboo grass and tangled nillho for a
few hundred yards, I at length approached the spot, and I heard Lord
Bacon grunting and roaring loud above the din of the hounds.

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