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Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
hair grew long and thick as the weather cooled, 
but not enough; a colder storm set in and Foam at 
last was forced to seek the shelter of the barn. 
There were other pigs about, most of them vulgar 
porkers of the fat and simple table sort, but there 
were also one or two aristocrats of the real Razor- 
back strain. At first they were somewhat offish, 
inclined to thrust him aside like a mere pedigreed 
pig, but his legs were stout and his tusks were 
sharp, and he stood quite ready to make good. So 
by steps he joined himself to the group that snug- 
gled under the barn by night and took its daily 
comfort at a trough—kinsmen mildly tolerant of 
each other. 
The winter passed and sweet Mistress April of 
the little leaves was nigh. The influence of the 
time was on the hills and in the woods; it even 
reached under the barn among the pigs and stirred 
them up to life, each in his sort. The fat porkers 
came slowly forth to the sun, placidly grunting 
and showing a mild concern in such things of inter- 
est as came in range of their low-level vision. 
Foam trotted forth like a young colt. How long 
his legs had grown! How big he was! What 
shoulders and what a neck of brawn! He was 
taller than any other in the yard, his gold-red hair 
was rank, and on his neck and back it made a great 
