Now, there happened to be several young
gentlemen in the school who, for the consideration
of thirty shillings a quarter, were allowed
meat for breakfast, and these young gentlemen
were standing round the doctor, plate in hand,
waiting until he had taken the edge off his appetite
and was at leisure to help them.

I said, "I'll trouble you for some beef,
doctor;—you haven't the politeness to ask
me."

The doctor replied, "No, Mr. Hope, until
you've apologised to me for your conduct
yesterday, you mustn't expect any of the courtesies
of life from me."

"Courtesies, indeed!" said I. "You've
omitted what any person with the slightest feeling
of decency would not think of overlooking."

"You shall not have any beef."

"Won't I?" said I.

I seized the dish; the doctor clawed the beef,
and in making too sure of it, plumped it into
his own lap. I, on the other hand, in the fulness
of my eloquence, flourished the carving-knife,
at which the doctor seemed to wince, and
his little old wife said, with a whine, "Oh, how
very dreadful, dee—ar."

I immediately prepared for action. The doctor
rose, the mass of underdone beef fell with a thud
upon the floor, when the door opened and in
walked poor little Forfar, late for breakfast, and
all unconscious of what was going forward.
He approached his seat, which was unfortunately
next to the doctor, and tried to advance
a small remark about the weather. It was of
no use. The doctor turned on him.

"You're another of the same sort," vociferated
the great man. "What do you mean by
coming down late to breakfast?"

"I'm very sorry, sir."

"Sorry! Yes; but you shan't be sorry
again, for out of my house you go this very
morning: get out of the room." The poor
little creature recoiled, and left the room. I
quietly sat down and finished my breakfast,
when I said calmly to the doctor, "Well,
I'm off now;" to which he made no answer. I
went to my bedroom, and was putting up my
things, when I heard sounds of the doctor's
voice in Mr. Forfar's room: "Now then, look
alive and be off, for the sooner I see you and
your traps out of my house the sooner I shall
feel comfortable." I fancied he would pay me a
visit next, so I took off my coat, but he did
not come. I carried my traps down stairs, and
returned to my room for something left behind.
I again heard the doctor's voice. This time it
was outside Mr. Forfar's door: "If you can't
hurry yourself, I'll help you." There was then
a loud noise like something rolling down stairs,
and I was fearful that my poor little brother
master was being "helped" down. I went to
the scene of action, and burst out laughing; for
there stood the gigantic fat doctor at the top
of the stairs, and the little Mr. Forfar quivering
in every muscle, trying to dodge past him and
get away. The doctor had kicked his
portmanteau from the top of the stairs to the
bottom, and had frightened the poor little man
out of what few wits he had left to him.

I got a cab, and, as we drove off, waved my
hand to the doctor (who stood at the top of
the steps), with a "Good-bye, old fellow! You
can go to the 'College of Tutors' and get some
more resident professors!"

WILD-BOAR HUNTING IN INDIA.

THIS sport is far superior to fox-hunting in
England. Perhaps in fox-hunting more skill is
required to "pick" the fences and choose a good
line of country, but an old and experienced boar-
hunter will tell you that it is not an easy task
to give a good account of a "long lean tusker"
with the condition of a Derby favourite, and the
cunning of a Derby favourite's owner. You must
in most cases follow his line of country, which is
invariably the worst he can choose;—over rocky
ground intersected with deep nullahs and ravines,
and not unfrequently, if he can find it, through
short thorny jungle, or over black rotten soil,
riven and cracked in all directions. A gallop at
racing pace over such ground, with a long spear
in the rider's hand, and the prospect of a charge
from the foe in the rider's mind's eye, require
nerve and skill.

The low price of grain, and the moderate rate
of servants' wages, enables most officers in India
to keep two or three horses, and a "tattoo:" a
most useful and enduring little animal, that fully
supplies the place of a cover hack. In most
"pig-sticking" countries the horses are reserved
solely for that purpose, and are kept in racehorse
condition, for the pace they have to maintain,
although rarely extending beyond four
miles at a stretch, is such that good condition
is absolutely indispensable. The tattoo carries
his owner to the meet (not unfrequently thirty
miles distant); to parade in the morning; and
to the mess-room at night.

In most stations where the neighbouring
country affords "pig-sticking," a tent club is
constituted; each member subscribing a few
rupees monthly, and so forming a fund, out of
which the "shikaree" and beaters are paid.
In general the villagers are very ready and
willing to give, every information in their power
concerning the haunts of the boar, for the
damage he does in the sugar-cane, kates, and
cholum-fields is very great indeed. A "sounder"
of hog will very frequently travel ten or fifteen
miles in a night in search of food, and will canter
the same distance back in the morning; but
occasionally, in quiet parts, they will lie down in
fields that have grain high enough to afford them
shelter, and will remain there.

The best hunting-grounds are the large sandy
plains, with here and there a narrow long belt of
toddy jungle. In these jungles the wild-boar
delights. The club " shikaree" is constantly
away on the look-out for marks or news of hog,
and, as soon as he has obtained authentic
intelligence of a sounder, he returns immediately to