Then all the people began to muster round their dead enemy, and it was laughable to see and hear how they abused and kicked the body of the pig.

How to get the carcass away was the next question.

We sent for two waggons and four or five Christians (as the Turks won't touch pig), one to carry me, the others the boar; so, after being placed in the waggons, we made with piggy a triumphant return to the village.

Luckily the village was on the sea-shore, and my yacht was lying close to the land, so I got on board comfortably; but it was several days before I could walk.
I believe that that pig was _nasty_, and would have given me the jerk if he could have done so.

Five other boar were killed on that occasion, one of my friends killing two; but I had the honour of killing _the_ boar of the period in that part of the world.