Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
When a wild animal loses near and dear ones at 
a given place it goes to that place afterward for 
days to “mourn,” as the Indians say. That is, 
if they are passing near, they turn aside to sniff 
about the place, and utter deep moans or paw up 
the ground, or rub the trees for a few moments, 
then pass on. The mourning is loudest the earli- 
est days, and is usually ended by the first shower 
of rain, which robs the place of all reminiscent 
smells. 
One day had gone since Runtie’s end, and Grizel, 
passing on the trail, came now to mourn. And 
thus they met. 
When a Razor-back is much afraid it gives the 
far-reaching tribal call for help. When it is not 
afraid it gives the short choppy warcry and closes 
with the enemy; and this is where Grizel made a 
sad mistake. She gave the warcry and closed. 
The Bear backed and dodged. They circled and 
sparred. The Bear would have gladly called a 
halt, though he was far bigger and stronger, but 
Grizel was bolstered up by the smell memories 
of the place. Her mother love was her inner 
strength, and still she closed; the Bear still backed 
till they neared the open space that lies along the 
high cut bank over the stream. Now was Grizel’s 
chance, with open level ground; she charged. The 
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