ANDREW KIRKALDY, THE GOLFER.

Bush Advocate, Volume XVII, Issue 247, 25 October 1905, Page 2

ANDREW KIRKALDY, THE GOLFER.

A good story is told of Andrew Kirkaldy, tho well-known golf professional. In j the year 1888 a detachment of time-ex-pired men was leaving a station in the Simla district, and their Sergeant-Major was saying good-by© to: them individually, and asking each of them what his trade was, and what he meant to do when he got hime to Scotland. One said, "I'm gaun to play gowf, sir." The writer had never seen him with a golf club in his hand, nor had anyone else in the regiment, so he asked in surprise, "Can you play golf," "Aye, a wee bit." "Well," said the writer, rather incredulous as to the man's ability, "I'm afraid you'll not make nnich at that; try 1 something else." The sergeant-major admits now he was wrong in his advice. The time^oxpired man could play golf. Next year he tied for the Open Championship of . Mueselburgh. His name was Andrew Kirkaldy. WILD BOAR HUNTING IN NORTHERN INDIA. In his book, "Forty-one Years in .India," Lord Roberts tells an excellent story of the lilaharaja Sir Pertap Sing, of Jodhpur, showing- that the ancient valour of the Rajputs has not deteriorated in our day:—l'had wounded a fine boar, and on his making for some rocky ground, where I could hardly have followed him on horseback, I- shouted to Sir Pertap to get between him and the rocks, and turn him in my direction. The. Maharaja promptly responded, but just as he came face to face with the boar his horse put his foot into a hole and fell; the infuriated animal rushed on the fallen rider, and before the latter could extricate himself gave him a severe wound in the leg with his formidable tusks. On going to his assistance I found Sir Pertap bleeding profusely but standing erect, facing the boar and holding th© eroaturo (who was upright on Ms hind-legs) at arms' length by his mouth. The spear without the impetus given by the horse at full speed is not a very effective weapon against the tough hide of a boar's back, and, on realising that mine did not make much impression, Pertap Sing, letting go his hold of the boar's mouth, quickly seized his hind legs and turned him over on his back, crying, "Maro, sahib, maro!" ("Strike, sir, strike!") which I instantly did, and killed him. , Anydne who is able to realise the strength and weight of a wild boar will appreciate the pluck and presence of mind of Sir Pertap Sing in this. performance.