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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