Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
Prunty conjured up all the woodcraft of his 
youth. He sneaked as a Panther sneaks, lifting a 
foot and setting it down again only after the 
ground was proven safe and silent. He wet his 
aoe. finger to study the wind, or tossed up grass to” 
ade eae = °> show the breeze, and changed about so as to make 
{— a y a an unannounced approach. He strode swiftly 
i » in the open places, and looking well to his rifle 
“~"> came through a final thicket where a huge down 
tree afforded a high and easy outlook, and mount- 
ing its level trunk he saw the setting for a thrill- 
ing scene—a face to face array of force, like hosts 
arrayed for battle in the olden times, awaiting but 
the word of onset. 
There, black and fierce, was a Bear, a Bear of 
biggest bulk, standing half out in the open, and 
facing him some dozen steps away was a Boar, a 
Razor-back of the tallest size, but smaller than the 
Bear, and bearing a long scar on his face. Behind 
and beside the Boar was a lesser Razor-back, with 
the finer snout and shorter tusks of the female. 
Hiding in the near thicket of alder were others of 
their breed. At first Prunty thought but two or 
three, then more were seen, some very small, till 
it seemed a little crowd, not still, but moving and 
changing here and there. 
Then the Bear strode in a circle toward the other 
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