Still the boars sped on till they reached the second circle.
But this year it seemed they were to have nothing but boars and wolves.
They trust to luck or to the sharp tusks of some of the boars to guard them from danger.
The boars head was not three feet from the muzzle as the second barrel was fired.
It was known that they never feared the forest, nor all the boars and wolves that were in it.
There are plenty of boars to kill, and I would rather slay them than Englishmen.
First of all, sixty boars' heads were borne in on silver platters.
Are there not deer in these woods, and perhaps wolves and boars?
As many as fifteen boars have been accounted for in a couple of days' shooting.
Why, in the first place, there are no boars in this wood, and it is too late to take you to those which they frequent.