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away, and then we saw Mr. Pig galloping down the road 

 just ahead of hounds. They could n't be stopped in time, 

 and the pig squeezing under a fence took to the open 

 country with the pack at his heels. Owing to the remains 

 of a snowdrift, the fence was unjumpable, and, before we 

 could get to them, hounds had rolled the pig over and were 

 worrying him in good style, with Mr. Pig giving volumes 

 of tongue. 



Mrs. Carle's servant, Johnson, and I finally reached the 

 worry, and, after much rating, succeeded in rescuing the 

 poor porker, who turned out to be very little the worse for 

 wear. Barring a couple of tears, his tough hide was whole, 

 and with a bit of petting quite regained his fat equilibrium, 

 after which we put him in the Doctor's barn and bedded 

 him down with clean straw. 



Dave Sharp, having gone home just before the pig epi- 

 sode, heard hounds, and, thinking we were having a good 

 run, took a fresh horse and came boiling down-country, but 

 did n't reach the scene of activities in time to get a hoof. 



However, it very often takes something a little out of 

 the ordinary to change one's luck, and, on working down- 

 country, a fox was viewed away from the wood opposite 

 Happy Creek. Carrying him through Waterloo Mills, 

 hounds ran over Mr. Brown's beautiful pasture to 

 Yarnall's Hollow, to Mr. Earle's, over the Goshen Road 

 to the Hospital Farm, and to Bryn Mawr Avenue, where 

 they turned left-handed into the Phillips property, and, 

 as it was getting dark, were taken home when they checked 

 a moment at the railroad. 



Mrs. Walter Roach, of Rose Tree, was out for a while, 

 but left before the run; the others were: The Master; 

 Mrs. Carle; Miss Barclay; Ned Blabon; Nelson Buckley; 

 and Dave Sharp. 



