Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
4 for a mighty Boar. The tragedy of the broken 
Vo paling in the fence had opened up a larger life to 
(te him. ’Tis ever thus. He never more was an in- 
! > mate of that pen: he inhabited Virginia now. 
\* Z Down in the black muck swamp he had discov- 
Noe ered the trailing ground-nut vines, and when he 
. rooted them out, his nose said, ‘These are good.” 
aj Yes, he remembered dimly that his mother used 
D 4 to eat that smell. They furnished a pleasant 
L——< change from the tree nuts, and he feasted and grew 
a<4 # fat. Then he rooted out another old-time root, 
with a fierce and burning tang, he knew that with- 
PWN ™~s out munching it, and he tossed the root aside with 
others of its kind; big, fat, and tempting to the 
\ eye they were, but Foam had a safer guide. 
! Then gorged, he wandered to a sunny slope and, 
Sy grunting comfortably, dropped flat side flop 
; \%_ upon the leaves in lazy, swinish ease. 
; A bluejay flew just above and shrieked, ‘You 
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‘ rooter, you rooter!”” A wood-pewee snapped flies 
re hc above his ear, a bog-mouse scrambled over his 
we \ half-buried leg, yet Foam dozed calmly on. 
Then afar a strange sound stirred the silence, a 
deep-voiced, wailing, whining ‘Wah-wah-wah, 
wow-w-w!” then almost screaming, then broken 
by sobs and snorts, and sometimes falling and 
muffled, then clear and near—the strangest, mad- 
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FOAM RAZORBACK Eso, 
VIRGINIA 
U.S.A 
The Woods. | 
