Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
overmastering inner guide. And these are things 
we think, but do not surely know: the Bear that 
seeks only meat for food invites a dire disease that 
chiefly hurts the skin, and doubly those who make 
that diet flesh of swine. 
It is an ailment of burning skin; the body seems 
in torment of a myriad tiny fires. And this we 
think we know: the fiery root affords relief—a slow 
but sure relief. 
And Foam, a youngster yet, afraid, but less 
afraid, backed slowly from the field a little puzzled, 
wholly uncomprehending anything but this: his 
enemy was eating roots and bawling as he ate, and 
" ian ‘a still was bawling out aloud when Foam was far away. 
the ig? SPRINGTIME 
b Woo ‘e. It was a bountiful harvest in the woods that 
ee WW Asie i 1 syear, and when the branches were bare, the chica- 
any ae ty /'tee had seven hollow trees crammed with nuts and 
) ME Np Mi acorns, and a well-lined nest near each. 
The Muskrat had made huge haycocks i in the 
marsh, the Woodchucks were amazing fat, and 
every ‘Tree-mouse laid up food as for a three years 
famine. The warning of the signs so clear came 
true: the winter was hard and white. 
The woods had been mightily pleasing to young 
Foam, but now were dull and dreary. His bristly 
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