62 FIVE ACRES TOO MUCH. 



I bought the &quot;love of a pig.&quot; Pigs are a highly in 

 tellectual race ; they not only know on which side 

 their bread is buttered, but in which part of the 

 trough to find the best-buttered pieces. Keader, didst 

 thou ever study the language of a pig the beautiful 

 intonations of its various expressions ; the grunt of 

 welcome at its master s approach; the sharp warm ng 

 to desist if punishment is threatened ; the squeal de 

 manding more food, broken often into the most pit 

 eous accents of entreaty ; the cry of pain, or scream 

 of rage ? Pig-language is a copious one, although 

 the power to understand it is given to but few of the 

 human race. The expressions of a pig s face are 

 most impressive ; the eye speaks the enjoyment of a 

 joke twinkles with fun, as we say; conveys an inti 

 mation of anger, or expresses scorn of an underhand 

 action or watchfulness against it. Who ever got the 

 better of a pig by fair means ? Chase him, and see 

 him provokingly keep half a dozen feet ahead of you; 

 try to drive him, and measure his obstinacy even by 

 that of your wife ; endeavor to lead him, and make 

 up your mind to have a &quot; good time.&quot; 



Our pig united many pleasant qualities and points 

 of sagacity to a gentleness and suavity rare in the 

 race ; he had an appetite that was a joy to behold, 

 and was as effective an appetizer as a gin-cocktail. 



