The top, I gave up all hope of
finding for that day, and I enjoyed the beautiful view over the
vast valley of forest which lay below, spangled with green
plains, and bounded by the towering summit of Adam's Peak, at
about twenty-five miles' distance. The coffee estates of
Dimboola lay far beneath upon the right, and the high mountains
of Kirigallapotta and Totapella bounded the view upon the left.
There is a good path along the narrow ridge on the summit of the
Elk Plain hills, which has been made by elephants. This runs
along the very top of the knife-like ridge, commanding a view of
the whole country to the right and left. The range is terminated
abruptly by a high peak, which descends in a sheer precipice at
the extremity.
I strolled along the elephant-path, intending to gain the extreme
end of the range for the sake of the view, when I suddenly came
upon the track of a "boar," in the middle of the path. It was
perfectly fresh, as were also the ploughings in the ground close
by, and the water of a small pool was still curling with clouds
of mud, showing most plainly that he had been disturbed from his
wallowing by my noise in ascending the mountain-side.
There was no avoiding the find; and away went "Bluebeard,"
"Ploughboy," "Gaylass" and all the leading hounds, followed by
the whole pack, in full chorus, straight along the path at top
speed. Presently they turned sharp to the left into the thick
jungle, dashing down the hillside as though off to the Elk Plains
below. At this pace I knew the hunt would not last long, and
from my elevated stand I waited impatiently for the first sounds
of the bay. Round they turned again, up the steep hillside, and
the music slackened a little, as the bounds had enough to do in
bursting through the tangled bamboo up the hill.
Presently, I heard the rush of the boar in the jungle, coming
straight up the hill toward the spot where I was standing; and,
fearing that he might top the ridge and make down the other side
toward Dimboola, I gave him a halloo to head him back. Hark,
for-r-rard to him! yo-o-ick! to him!
Such a yell, right in his road, astonished him, and, as I
expected, he headed sharp back. Up came the pack, going like
race-horses, and wheeling off where the game had turned, a few
seconds running along the side of the mountain, and then such a
burst of music! such a bay! The boar had turned sharp round, and
had met the hounds on a level platform on the top of a ridge.
