<h2> CHAPTER III </h2>
<p><i>An encounter between the Baron's nose and a door-post, with its
wonderful effects—Fifty brace of ducks and other fowl destroyed by
one shot—Flogs a fox out of his skin—Leads an old sow home in
a new way, and vanquishes a wild boar.</i></p>
<p>It was some time before I could obtain a commission in the army, and for
several months I was perfectly at liberty to sport away my time and money
in the most gentleman-like manner. You may easily imagine that I spent
much of both out of town with such gallant fellows as knew how to make the
most of an open forest country. The very recollection of those amusements
gives me fresh spirits, and creates a warm wish for a repetition of them.
One morning I saw, through the windows of my bed-room, that a large pond
not far off was covered with wild ducks. In an instant I took my gun from
the corner, ran down-stairs and out of the house in such a hurry, that I
imprudently struck my face against the door-post. Fire flew out of my
eyes, but it did not prevent my intention; I soon came within shot, when,
levelling my piece, I observed to my sorrow, that even the flint had
sprung from the cock by the violence of the shock I had just received.
There was no time to be lost. I presently remembered the effect it had on
my eyes, therefore opened the pan, levelled my piece against the wild
fowls, and my fist against one of my eyes. [The Baron's eyes have retained
fire ever since, and appear particularly illuminated when he relates this
anecdote.] A hearty blow drew sparks again; the shot went off, and I
killed fifty brace of ducks, twenty widgeons, and three couple of teals.
Presence of mind is the soul of manly exercises. If soldiers and sailors
owe to it many of their lucky escapes, hunters and sportsmen are not less
beholden to it for many of their successes. In a noble forest in Russia I
met a fine black fox, whose valuable skin it would have been a pity to
tear by ball or shot. Reynard stood close to a tree. In a twinkling I took
out my ball, and placed a good spike-nail in its room, fired, and hit him
so cleverly that I nailed his brush fast to the tree. I now went up to
him, took out my hanger, gave him a cross-cut over the face, laid hold of
my whip, and fairly flogged him out of his fine skin.</p>
<p>Chance and good luck often correct our mistakes; of this I had a singular
instance soon after, when, in the depth of a forest, I saw a wild pig and
sow running close behind each other. My ball had missed them, yet the
foremost pig only ran away, and the sow stood motionless, as fixed to the
ground. On examining into the matter, I found the latter one to be an old
sow, blind with age, which had taken hold of her pig's tail, in order to
be led along by filial duty. My ball, having passed between the two, had
cut his leading-string, which the old sow continued to hold in her mouth;
and as her former guide did not draw her on any longer, she had stopped of
course; I therefore laid hold of the remaining end of the pig's tail, and
led the old beast home without any further trouble on my part, and without
any reluctance or apprehension on the part of the helpless old animal.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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