Foam—A Razot-Backed Hog 
ry, right. ‘There were other and better ways to save 
Sima : the crops. 
- 4h Ss, ‘His mannish joy in force and fight rose in him 
j ; 4 * =| \ strong, and he blustered forth: ‘‘ Gosh, what a scrap! 
\s, r ) That was the satisfyingest fight I ever seen. My! 
* how they tore and heaved! Kill him? Gosh! you 
bet, for me, he can roam the swamps till he dies of 
a gray old age.” 
The great Boar’s mate turned now to lead the 
brood away. They rollicked off in quick forget- 
fulness, the wounded one came last, except that very 
last of all was Foam, with many rips that stood 
for lifelong scars, but strength unspent; and as he 
swung, he stopped, and glancing back, he saw his 
foe was still, quite still, so went. 
The frond ferns closed the trail, the curtain 
dropped. And the Vultures swung and swung on 
angle wings, for here indeed was a battlefield, anda 
battlefield means feasting. 
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