Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
ance! And when the morning sun arose, it peeped 
a rosy peep for a moment under the old gnarled 
roof-root, to see a brood of cowering pink-nosed 
piglets, with their mother lying as a living barrier 
against the outside world. 
Young life is always beautiful. And those who 
picture pigs as evil passions, dirt and lust expressed 
in flesh would have marvelled to see the baby beauty 
of that brood and the sweet perfection of the 
mother’s love. She had no eyes for the pretty 
rounded forms or soft clear tints, but she loved 
them with her full returning force, and when, with 
their growing strength and need for food, they 
nosed and nudged and mouthed her body for their 
natural sustenance, that double row of noselets 
gave double thrills of mother joy and dear content. 
During the time when they could not follow, she 
grudged the moments when she must slip away to 
find the needful food and drink, nor went beyond 
the reach of their slightest call. 
Her life all winter had centred in the barnyard. 
But the wish to keep her young ones hidden made 
her lead them deeper into the woods when they be- 
gan torun. And the sportive, rollicking crew, bor- 
. ing their little gimlet noses into everything near 
. and soft, soon grew in vigor and acquired a won- 
, derful knowledge of woodland smells. There were 
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