the next by the ridge so that I might see what was on the other side, I was just entering a burned portion of the forest where blackened charred stumps stood out as stretched out their spider cultraneous as black as night. Suddenly, I saw a peculiar stump on the summit of a little knoll. I looked at it casually at first, then intently. I was about to move forward for a closer inspection when there was the swish of a tail and I realized that I was gazing at a huge wild boar standing heel on, or in the gathering gloom it too had been near- certainly of what I was. Throwing up my rifle I fired instantly but came as I pressed the trigger the animal moved to I knew that my bullet would strike behind it. But it was too late to change, for my brain could not telegraph to my finger quickly enough to stop its action. There was no time chance for a shot again for the animal had disappeared beyond the rise. I followed its trail for some doubt- half hoping finding blood all I knew my bullet could not have struck the brute if it had gone where I aimed. It was now too late to see and