Warthogs 
_ would soon tire himself out. Nota bit of it! His 
trousers tired first, for the stitching gave out, 
and with a squeal of satisfaction he tried to 
clear off. I was there, though, to catch him, and 
fastened him more securely than ever. I put 
some more food for him at night when the tent 
flaps were shut, and left him alone. In a day or 
so he was quite friendly, such an ugly little 
rascal, and I hoped I might eventually take him 
home with me, but Tom, in whose care I left 
him one day when I went away from this main 
camp to spend a night out, thought he would be 
wise by making him a green reed cage. I was 
furious with him on my return, to find that he 
had disobeyed orders, and had put the pig in 
this rotten cage, with the result that he had 
chewed through two of the bars and had got 
clean away, for we never saw him again. I am 
afraid some prowling beast of prey must have 
annexed him for a meal, for he was too small to 
take care of, or to fend for, himself. 
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