Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
in spirit, for the interest they thenceforth took in 
hunting Razor-backs was a very small, cold, dying, 
near-dead thing. And start them fairly as he 
would it was aggravating to find how, soon or £7 
late, they took some side or crossing trail that ended ¢ J om Henle 
where a Coon, perhaps, had climbed a tree, or a-*'™ "nD 
mewtewese, = a: 
*Possum sought the safe retreat of a crevice far 
in a rock. 
Hill Billy might have gone to the shack of a 
rival hunter and borrowed more effective hounds, 
but that would have been admitting that his own 
were cowards and failures. His pride revolted 
at the thought. He was a true hunter at heart, 
not easily balked; he was strong and crafty, too, 
and quite able to run a trail if it seemed worth 
such an effort. So when a new message came from 
Prunty with a new tale of destruction and promises 
of wealth for successful service, he answered: 
“Wait till it comes a good rain, then I'll take the 
trail myself. Ill show ye.” 
And this was why the morning after the first 
heavy rain that memorable still hunt was organized. 
Only Prunty and Bogue took part. The hunter 
didn’t want a crowd; this was a still hunt. Li- 
zette’s appeals for peace and a real fence were 
ignored. ‘You shall have his ivories for a brace- 
let; Pll get a gold band put on,” was the bribe 
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