Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
piggie by the hind leg, he lifted him protesting, 
squealing, and champing, to drop him into his game 
bag. 
“Poor little chap, see how his nose is skinned! 
He must be hungry. I’m afraid he’s too young to 
live.” 
“Oh, do let me have him, Father; I’ll feed him,” 
and so Lizette’s moral claim to Foamy was legalized 
on the spot. 
Prunty had brought a huge bear trap to the 
place, and now he set it by the body of the victim. 
But all it ever caught there was an unlucky turkey- 
buzzard. The Kogar’s Creek Bear was too cunning 
to be taken by such means: and buzzards, insects, 
and kindly flowers wiped out all tragic records on 
that spot. 
PIG, DUCK, AND LAMB 
Poor little Foamy Chops. He was so hungry, 
so forlorn, and his nose was so sore where the Bear 
had scratched him. He did not know that Lizette 
was his friend, and he champed his little harmless 
jaws at her in defiance when she put him in the box 
that was to take the place of all outdoors for him. 
She washed his wounded nose. She brought him 
some warm milk in a saucer, but he did not under- 
stand it that way. Hours went by and still he 
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