His hind leg had the appearance of being nearly off, and he dragged it after him in its powerless state, and, with a fierce bark, he rushed upon three legs once more to the fight.

Advancing to within six feet of the boar, I could not even see him, both he and the dogs were so perfectly concealed by the thick underwood.

Suddenly the boar charged.

I jumped upon a small rock and hoped for a shot, but although he came within three feet of the rifle, I could neither see him nor could he see me.

Had it not been for the fear of killing the dogs, I would have fired where the bushes were moving, but as it was I could do nothing.