Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
ripped her open, and as they struggled in the final 
throe Lizette recovered use of sense and limb; she 
turned and fled for home. 
THE FOUNDLING 
“Oh, father it was awful! Just down by Kogar’s 
Creek. I can take you there in half an hour.” 
So father came with dog and gun. Lizette was 
guide, and in a little while they were among the 
strawberry tracts of Kogar’s Creek. Turkey- 
buzzards were sailing over the place as they drew 
near. They found the very spot. There lay the 
mother Razor-back, torn and partly devoured. 
Under her body and half hidden about were the 
young, crushed, each of them, by one blow of that | 
cruel mighty paw. 
Prunty was uttering mannish grunts and growls 
at each fresh discovery, Lizette was weeping, when 
the dog broke into a tirade at something far under 
the bush; and bravely facing him there showed a 
little red-headed piglet, chopping with his tiny jaws 
till the foam flew, and squeaking out defiance to 
the new terror. 
“Hello, there’s one escaped!” exclaimed father. 
“TIsn’t he sassy?”? So while little Foamy was 
gs heroically facing the dog, the father reached 
through the brush from behind, and seizing the 
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