Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
gone, and gone with a new-found sense of triumph, 
Scab-face had vanquished a full-grown Razor-back. oo 
HILL BILLY BOGUE —— sé 
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Jack Prunty was raging. He walked around his , Rin p ae 
new garden that morning using language that is 4,9 _s.,~~—sssaa 
never heard nowadays except perhaps on the golf “= <> *. oy” ag gare 
links, certainly not permissible elsewhere. Here oS oe — 
were lines of lettuce gone and whole patches of o of ee 
beets and watermelons. The asparagus bed, ae si 
though not in active service, was trampled, while 
the cabbage patch was simply ruined. 
His negro help was careful to point out that all 
the damage was by “‘hawgs’’—this to prevent any ” 
suspicion lighting on the innocent. But it was 
not necessary. The broken fence, the myriad * 
hoofmarks and bites taken out of turnips and 
cabbage were proof enough; no blame could rest 
on the negro or his kin. 
Jack Henty was raging. He walked around his 
ample barnyards that morning uttering Virgin- 
ianisms, as his faithful negro foreman pointed out 
(to prevent mistakes) that the Bear had gone here 
and there, and here had carried off the thoroughbred 
pedigreed imported Berkshire, hope of its race; and 
it wasn’t the first they had lost, for 
_ Henty and his friends had other pens, 
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