Mr. Turveydrop and His Foreign Cousins 23 



quite dead. "No siree," he wouldn't cry. They 

 would think him a fool if he cried over dead pigs, 

 and never understand that it wasn't over the pigs, 

 but was because he had just learned that it was 

 possible for things to die in Eden. He and Sid 

 took them over to the sand hill and buried them 

 in eight separate graves; but toward night, when 

 the boy thought about it, it seemed cruel to have 

 separated them in death, so he got Sid, and they 

 went back and dug a single grave it was easy 

 digging and, lining it well with dead leaves, they 

 snuggled them up together and covered them well 

 with leaves, then the dirt; which was all a fellow 

 could do. 



Three days after this, he returned with his 

 mother from a visit to the hated city, to find that 

 his yearling heifer, Rosie, Cherry's calf, was dead, 

 and his brother and the hired man had just skinned 

 her, and were about to bury her on the sand hill 

 where he and Sid had buried the little pigs. He 

 ran to the barn he had scarcely believed it could 

 be true, but perhaps it was but when he got 

 there, he could not recognize the ghastly thing 

 that lay there, with a chain around its neck, whose 

 glassy eyes had in them no look of recognition. 

 He followed the team that dragged the body be- 

 side the hole in the ground, into which they rolled 

 it, in a hurry, jumping on the feet to bend them 

 down so they would not stick out of the dirt when 



