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would soon tire himself out. Not a 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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