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the stable, I began to feel that I had the 

 upper hand this time and they were not to 

 triumph over me, as they had in the matter 

 of the sheep. 



I confess I was two or three times dis- 

 turbed somewhat, on going to feed the pigs, 

 to find that in several places the dogs had 

 with their sharp teeth, torn out the heavy 

 pieces of wood that had been firmly fastened 

 in between the great logs. However, as that 

 only left them at the best, a space of two or 

 three inches wide, they were still powerless 

 to do any harm, and so I only laughed at 

 their useless toil. I was also interested in 

 noticing that every morning there were so 

 many well-defined dog tracks around the 

 stable. It was evident that they were not 

 idle and so took the satisfaction when it was 

 dark, to go and, as we used to say, at least 

 have a good smell of the pigs. 



Alas for our boastings! One morning 

 when I was going out to see my piggies, 

 which for weeks had been growing so fa- 

 mously, I was met by an Indian, who, in 

 the quiet, cool manner of his people, said, 

 " I think you need not trouble yourself or 

 have Martin bother to waste any more food 

 on the pigs." 



