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Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog . 
She stopped at many a crossroad and g J 
she studied many a faint suggestion on H Pr 
the breeze, but she still kept trotting on, 
till evening saw her in the woods that lies { 
beyond the lower bridge of Kogar’sCreek. ; 
THE SCRATCHING POST is : 
Of all the scratching posts on “s 
Prunty’s farm quite the best was the 
“ rough old cedar corner that marks the farthest point 
of pasture down the swale. A rough trunk for a 
rough corner, so it still bore in its imperishable sub- 
stance the many short knots of its living days. 
They made a veritable comb at just the fittest 
height. Every pigin the pasture knew it well. None 
passed it without a halt to claim its benevolence. 
The Prunty swine were loitering near; the huge 
old grandam shouldered another back so she might 
rub. Then Foam came striding by. His strength 
and tusks had weeks past given him right of way. 
He neared the post. Then, shall I tell it, the post 
sang out aloud, yes, sang aloud, in a tongue that 
you or J could never have understood. Even could 
our duller senses have heard it, what message could 
we get from: 
“Klak-karra, klak-karra 
Gorka-li-gorra-wauk?” 
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