I was on a narrow path, from which there was no escape, as the boar was tearing up it, followed by the dogs.

I fired a ball straight in his face, at the distance of about two yards, in spite of which he rushed straight on, knocked me clean over, and while passing me made the usual dangerously effective jerk I have alluded to above, by which he cut my _boot from the ankle to the thigh_, drew a little blood just above and inside of the knee; after which the boar rushed headlong for about thirty yards and dropped dead.

I found that my bullet had smashed through his forehead straight between the eyes and gone into his brain.
He was an enormous brute, weighing when cleaned twenty-one stone; carrying the finest tusks I have seen anywhere as belonging to a wild boar.

I only had one man with me; we were what may be called eight miles from anywhere.

Still I was determined not to leave my prize; so I sent my man for a country waggon, and sitting down on my now harmless beast, smoked cigarettes and waited quietly till the vehicle came.
Now, _apropos_ to wild boar attacking people, I am convinced that this animal had no intention of attacking me.
He was, though badly wounded by the first shot, running from the dogs, and I got in his way.