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Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
Bogue rushed recklessly forward. In a mo- 
ment he was facing a scene that stirred him. He 
saw the huge hog warrior charge, he saw the flash- 
ing scimitars of golden white, he saw but two dogs 
left—then only one, the mongrel of the pack, and 
the Razor-back, sighting his deadliest foe, dashed 
past the dog and charged. Up went the rifle, but 
there was no chance to aim; the ball lodged harm- 
lessly in the mud. 
Now Billy sprang aside, but the Boar was near, 
was swifter, stronger, less hindered by the brush, 
The hunter’s days would have ended right there 
but for the remaining dog, who seized the Razor- 
back by the hock, and held on as for dear life. 
Hill Billy saw his chance. Plunging out of the 
dangerous thicket to the nearest tree, he swung 
himself up to a place of safety, as the Boar, having 
slashed this wastrel of the pack, came bristling, 
snorting and savage, to ramp against the harbor- 
ing tree, and speak his hatred of the foe in raucous, 
deep-breathed, grating animal terms. 
LIZETTE AND AN OLD FRIEND 
What joy it is to be in a high place and see the 
great leafy world at our feet below. What joy 
on a hunt, to hear the stirring hunting cry; to 
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