on the part of the helpless old animal.

Terrible as these wild sows are, yet more fierce and dangerous are
the boars, one of which I had once the misfortune to meet in a forest,
unprepared for attack or defence. I retired behind an oak-tree just when
the furious animal levelled a side-blow at me, with such force, that his
tusks pierced through the tree, by which means he could neither repeat
the blow nor retire. Ho, ho! thought I, I shall soon have you now! and
immediately I laid hold of a stone, wherewith I hammered and bent his
tusks in such a manner, that he could not retreat by any means, and must
wait my return from the next village, whither I went for ropes and a
cart, to secure him properly, and to carry him off safe and alive, in
which I perfectly succeeded.



CHAPTER IV

_Reflections on Saint Hubert's stag--Shoots a stag with cherry-stones;
the wonderful effects of it--Kills a bear by extraordinary dexterity;
his danger pathetically described--Attacked by a wolf, which he turns
inside out--Is assailed by a mad dog, from which he escapes--The Baron's
cloak seized with madness, by which his whole wardrobe is thrown into
confusion._

You have heard, I dare say, of the hunter and sportsman's saint and
protector, St. Hubert, and of the noble stag, which appeared to him
in the forest, with the holy cross between his antlers. I have paid my
homage to that saint every year in good fellowship, and seen this stag a
thousand times, either painted in churches, or embroidered in the