The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
very tired, but having had a delightful day, 
although not very productive. 
I did not know what to do with my pig, but 
at last hit on the idea of putting him under the 
box in which we carried our cooking utensils. 
I made up some oatmeal and condensed milk 
in a large flat tin, then put this under the 
box so that he might eat it if he felt so inclined. 
The next morning the tin was emptied of every 
particle of food. He was a tiny beast: though he 
bit my thumb somewhat sharply, I do not think 
it was done intentionally, but rather because 
I happened to hold him awkwardly. His teeth 
were set at every angle in his jaws, and might 
have been thrown at his mouth. I wanted to 
give him plenty of air and exercise, so to this 
end I took a piece of canvas similar to that of 
which the Edgington tent was made, then set 
to work to make a pair of breeches to fit his fore- 
legs. After considerable trouble I made what I 
considered a splendid job of the thing. I took 
the pig up and fitted on his trousers, sewing 
them together with the strongest double thread 
over his withers. As they were too long, I had 
a piece over. To this I sewed on a piece of light 
but strong cord six feet long. Now the fun began, 
for as soon as I put him on the ground, he started 
off at lightning speed, only to be brought up 
with a round turn as the rope grew taut. I then 
fastened him up to the tent pole, thinking he 
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