Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
He was not far from Prunty’s when the soft breeze 
rippling through the dawn woods brought to him 
the sweet alluring smell of pig, and he followed it, 
swinging his black head as he sifted out the invisible 
trail from others on the wind. 
Marvellously silent is a Bear going through the 
woods, the biggest, bulkiest of them pass like shad- 
ows, and Kogar’s reached the Prunty homestead 
swiftly and noiselessly, led at last to the little pad- 
dock where Foam, the author of the guiding smell, = 
was sleeping with his head across the woolly back-1{ "}., 
of the lamb. ; 
After a brief survey of the fence the Bear, finding | 
no opening, proceeded to climb over. But it was 
not meant for such a bulk of flesh; the paling swayed, j 
yielded, and fell, and the Bear was in the paddock. 
If Foam had been slower, or the lamb had been @| 
quicker, everything would have been different. | 7) 44 
The Bear rushed forward, Foam darted aside, the ' Ege, 
lamb sat still, and a heavy blow from the Bear’s \" , 
paw put an end to its chance of ever moving just as 
Foam disappeared through the hole in the fence EP ck 
and was lost to sight in the thicket. 
The Bear’s march was soundless indeed, but the tthe 
crack of the fence, the bleat of the lamb, the rush 
of that charge, the scared but defiant snort, snort, “ngs! 
snort of Foam as he rushed away, made noise enough 
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