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unrest. He was uniformly kind to them and 
faithful with their food, but there was lacking 
that sense of cordial sympathy which should 
exist between hog and man if both would appear 
at their best. Even when Anderson came to 
their pens reeking with the rich savor of the food 
they loved, their ears would prick up (as much 
as a Chester White’s ears can), and with a 
« woof!” they would shoot out the door, only to 
return in a moment with the greatest confidence. 
I never heard that “ woof” and saw the stampede 
without looking around for the “ steep place ” and 
the “sea,” feeling sure that the incident lacked 
only these accessories to make it a catastrophe. 
Anderson was good and faithful, and he would 
work his arms and legs off for the pigs; but the 
spirit of unrest entered every herd which he kept, 
though neither he nor I saw it clearly enough to 
go and “tell it in the city.’ With other swine- 
herds my hogs averaged from fifteen to eighteen 
pounds better than with faithful Anderson, and 
I am, therefore, competent to speak of the gross 
weight of the spirit of contentment. 
