Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
was but half grown, were the signs of a fighting 
Boar. She little guessed how much the spirit in 
him yet might mean to her. Yes, ere two moons 
had waned her very life indeed was doomed in ab- 
sence of all human help to rest in keeping of that 
valiant little beast, protected only by the two small 
ivory knives he bore, and the heart that never found 
in fear its guide. 
THE RATTLESNAKE 
October is summer still in South Virginia; sum- 
mer with just a small poetic touch of red-leaf time, 
and Lizette, full of romantic dreams, with little 
daring hopes of some adventure, too, had gone up 
the Kogar’s Creek to a lonely place to swim in the 
sluggish bend. She was safe from any intrusion, so 
did not hesitate to strip and plunge, rejoicing in the 
cooling water, as only youth in perfect health 
can do when set in a perfect time. Then she swam 
to the central sandbar and dug her pink toes into 
the sand as she courted the searching sunbeams on 
her back. 
Satisfied at length, she plunged to swim across 
to the low point that was the only landing place, and 
served as a dressing-room. She was halfway over 
when she saw a sight that chilled her blood. There 
coiled on her snowy clothes with head upright, 
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