Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
regardant, menacing, was a Banded Rattlesnake, 
the terror of the mountains, at home in woods or on 
the water. 
It was with sinking heart and trembling limbs 
that Lizette swam back and landed again on the 
sandbar. 
Now what? A boy would have sought for stones 
and pelted the reptile away, but there were no 
stones, and if there had been, Lizette could not 
throw like a boy. 
She did not dare to call for help, she did not know 
who might come, and she sat in growing misery and 
fear. An hour dragged slowly by, and the reptile 
kept its place. She was roasting in the sun, the 
torment of sunburn was setting in. She must do 
something. If only father would come! There 
was just a chance that he might hear her whistle. 
She put her?fingers in her teeth and sent forth the 
blast that many a Southern woman has had to 
learn. At first it came out feebly, but again and 
again, each time louder it sounded, till the distant 
woods was reached, and she listened in fear and 
hope. If father heard he would know, and come. 
She strained her ears to catch some sound re- 
sponding. 
The reptile did not move. Another half-hour 
passed. The sun was growing fiercer. Again she 
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