Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
It reached other ears. Old Kogar’s knew the 
cry of a lost porker. The voice was so small that 
his own valor was big. He glided swiftly that 
way. The mother pig, minded to teach her young- 
ster a lesson of prompt obedience, paid no heed 
to his cry, but went on. 
The left-behind one squealed still louder. The 
bank above his head crumbled a little under a 
heavy tread. There was the thud of a mighty 
blow, and the little pig was stilled. Then the 
long head and neck of Kogar’s reached down and 
picked him from the mud. Swiftly passing up 
the bank, following up the slope of a leaning tree, 
he landed on a high ledge, and so passed over the 
hill. 
On the other side, safer than he knew even, he 
sat to mouth and maul the victim, and to think in 
his own unthinking way, “Sweet indeed is wood- 
land pork. The creatures are not so strong and 
dreadful as they seemed to me once. I fear them 
no longer. I will henceforth kill and eat.” 
THE DEFEAT OF HILL BILLY 
When Hill Billy got home that night he found 
three of his hounds awaiting him, one of them 
badly cut up in body, the others very badly cut up 
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