Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
her father offered, nearly as much to buy off him- 
) ata uy self as his daughter. 
ss THE DAY OF JUDGMENT 
\h @A ¥ “1 Heavy rain wipes out all previous tracks. It 
n GF en o makes the new track deep and strong. It stills 
Chas AX gy all rustling leaves or crackling twigs. After heavy 
fi ‘+ rain a good hunter needs no hound. Away they 
¢ 44 ~went, Hill Billy and Prunty, each taking a rifle often 
ar ** proved, for both were riflemen. They differed little 
ér in age, but Prunty was sore pressed to keep up 
a with the lank, lithe hunter who strode ahead scan- 
= ning every yard of ground for some telltale sign. 
Down in the swamp were ancient marks now 
dim with rain. All they said, and said it feebly, 
was, “‘ Yes, but some days back.” 
So the hunters coursed along the swamp edge 
and down the branch, then over the low hills, and 
on to Kogar’s Creek, and Prunty, breathless, 
called a halt. Hill Billy kept on, and within a 
mile had found what he sought so hard, the trail . 
of a band of Razor-backs. He followed but a 
little way, till he also found their leader’s four-inch 
track, that made the rest look trivial. 
“Yo, ho!” he shouted back to Prunty. “I’ve 
got him! Come on!” and Billy was off with no 
thought for anything but the track. 
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