Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
side of the bush, but the Boar swung round between, 
and the little pigs, rushing away from the fearsome 
brute, made many a squeak and haste to move, 
went quickly indeed, save one, who dragged him- 
self like a cripple; and red streaks there were on his ~~ 
flank as well as a dark smear on his neck. 
Thus the pair stood facing, each still and silent. 
Just a little curl there was on the scabby nose of the _ 
big Bear, for this was the brute of Kogar’s Creek, 
and sometimes deep in his chest he rumbled as you 
hear the thunder rumble in the hills to say it will be 
with ye soon. And the Boar, high standing on his 
wide-braced legs, made bigger by the standing 
mane on his crested back, his snout held low, his 
twinkling eyes alert, his great tusks gleaming, and 
his jaws going “chop, chop”’ till the foam that gave 
him his baby name was flecked on the massive 
jowl. 
The little pigs in the thicket uttered apprehen- 
sive grunts, but the big one bade his time, without 
a sound save the “chop” or “click” of his war 
gear. 
There was a minute of little action, as the great 
ones stood, prepared, and face to face. 
Who can measure the might of their moving 
thoughts: the Bear urged only by revenge or the 
lust of food, and backed by many little victories; 
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