The Black Swans 



walk near the curb. The pig was not 

 able naturally to make much headway 

 in any particular direction. That of 

 course was the object of this particular 

 form of captivity, and presently the 

 old lady that had the deal in hand 

 effected a sale, after first giving the 

 prospective buyer another thrifty- 

 looking hausfrau a peek inside the 

 bag. Passengers on the suburban trains 

 making the Blue Island stop are often 

 surprised as the cars speed cityward to 

 hear the squealing of little pigs or the 

 quacking of ducks emanating from 

 somewhere within the recesses of bas- 

 kets belonging to undisturbed females 

 who have attended the fair. And if 

 you chance to be driving out Western 

 Avenue from Chicago at sundown you 

 will see a long string of battered, 

 bandaged horses straggling painfully 

 onward to their respective destinies, 

 and in and around Blue Island the 

 cows with doubtful udders are being 

 led to village pasture lots 



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