Foam—A Razot-Backed Hog 
have struck terror into any but a big black Bear, 
for the Razor-back had sharp tusks and mighty 
jaws, and sturdy legs, and flanks all armored well 
with double hide and bristle thatch, and—the heart 
of a devoted mother. 
She stood her ground and faced the foe, while 
the little ones, uttering cries of fear, crowded 
against her sides or hid behind her. Only little 
Foamy stood with his head aloft to watch the awful 
enemy. 
Even a Bear must be impressed when a Razor- 
back is out in fighting mood to save her young, and 
he walked around the group while she ever turned 
to face him. She had backed into a protecting 
bush that made any but front attack impossible. 
And the Bear walked this way and that, without 
seeing any good chance to close, for the mother al- 
ways fronted him, and those champing armed jaws 
were not to be lightly faced. 
Then the Bear made a short charge and stopped. 
The mother, ever fronting, saw him pause, and now 
she charged. She ripped his arm and bit the other 
paw, but he was on her now, and in a rough and 
tumble the Bear had every chance. He stunned 
her with a blow, he raked her sides, he crunched her 
leg. He gripped her in a fierce embrace that robbed 
her of all fighting breath, while his hind claws 
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