Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
ever change as the Boar rushed around, but he 
never lost hold on the baby pig, whose squeals were 
getting very feeble now. 
Then the silent Turkey-buzzard and the noisy 
applauding Red Squirrel saw a strange thing happen: 
The stump was beyond reach of the Boar at his 
highest stretch, but the great pine log was there, 
and three leaps away was a thick side limb that 
made a place of easy ascent. ’I'was here the 
mother scrambled up, then along the log, and now 
with a little leap she was on the stump and con- 
fronting the Tiger. 
He faced her with a horrible snarl, a countenance 
of devilish rage; to scare her was his intent. What, 
scare a mother Razor-back, whose young is scream- 
ing “Mother, Mother, help me!’’ She went at 
him like a fury. The stinging blow of his huge 
paw was nothing to the lunge, slash, and heave she 
launched with all her vim, and the Tiger tumbled 
from the stump with a howl of hate, and landed on 
the ground, and leaped and might have escaped, 
but the biggest of the brood, its warrior blood stirred 
up by all this war, seized his broad paw and held 
him just a moment—just enough, for now the Boar 
was there. 
Oh, horrors! what a shock it is, even when the 
fallen foe is one we hate! The mighty rush of the 
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