An Arkansas correspondent writes: Few people are aware that there are such things as wild hogs in this country, but such is the case, however little the fact may be known. Not long since James Reynolds and myself were on a deer hunting expedition on one of the numerous bayous that jut into Red river in the southeastern part of Arkansas. We had with us two dogs, and were trailing along the bank of the bayou - the dogs some 200 or 300 yards in advance. All at once the dogs began to bark, and there arose the greatest consternation imaginable. It did not take us long to determine the cause of all the commotion, as the dogs soon hove in sight, fighting and retreating toward us. Attacking them was a drove of wild, infuriated hogs, some of them so large and ferocious that a grizzly bear would be little more formidable. To say that they would strike terror to the bravest heart is but to make an assertion that would receive immediate credence of the reader should he ever be brought face to face with them.

What was to be done? Here they came with a deafening and unearthly noise, their every bristle projecting forward, eyes maddened with rage, froth dripping from their mouths, and their long tusks ready to rip open any one or anything that offered combat.

I suggested to Reynolds that we give them a volley from our four barrels at once, and perhaps it would so discomfit them that they would retreat. This we did when they were about two rods from us, and although we felled some three or four to the ground and crippled others, they seemed more enraged than ever and were on us before we could reload our guns. The only thing left for us to do was to take to the water (and very fortunate for us that we had water to take to) which we immediately did. Abandoning our guns' we plunged in and swam to the opposite shore, the live dog taking kindly to our example.

Some little time after they had disappeared among the thick timber of the bottom, we swam back to our guns. After making an examination of the hogs we had dispatched, we concluded that we had all the bottom hunting that we desired that day, and struck out for the uplands.

We learned that these wild hogs abound in considerable numbers along the bottoms of Red River and tributary streams in this locality.

The tusks of the largest one that we killed (an old boar) projected fully four inches from the jaw, curving outward and upward from their base on the upper jaw, and upward and outward on the lower. They are frequently hunted in the fall and winter after the mast has fallen and they have become fattened on it and make, it is said, fair bacon.