Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-04-23

just leaving the house ia 20 down town
when met Peter with the pig in the bag
Il got him. Peter r,marke,i--very un.
necessarily, howorcr lor the pig au
nounced the tact loudly in his own bc
half Nothing but u pig could have
squcaled so.
Where put him p asked Peter.
"Oh. put him in the barn" said /.
There is ba,n attached to our house.
hut there was nothing in il. Animated
By Il desire To put the oarn To some usr-
luI purpose, bought COW and put her
IN there lost summer, but she gave no
milk after the second week, aud So sold
her. was glad had another tenant for
the ban.
Bu, Peter shook hi, hcai That
wouldn't do. A barn WAS no place tor "a
pjE / would have to have u pen, he
said
i, would hardly 90 to let him run in
,ay garden, suppose. | said musins .y,
''cAn on buill pen, Peter"
yam, Peter said he could, and 80 |
rcu, him OF after tools and materials,
ba. ing the pig tied to i tree 10y one leg.
NJ, family gathered about the new conner
aud viewed him with deep interest. He
was little fellow, but healthy. ns was
proved 10y the capacity oi his lungs.
Mercy ;" cried Susan, what i noise
hr makes! tie must hc hungry, James
Su>o's experience with babies cncour-
ag, Il her 10 this conclusion
II know what'll make more noise than
that" said my Fred with 4 rogmsh
twinkle in his eyes.
What is it?.' asked, to encourage
my son,
Two more pigs" said Fred
When came home ut night the pig
was fast asleep in HE pen on heap OF
suaw, and ielt quite pride in him |
had secret hopes OF my own in regard 10
him. though did not impart them to
Susan. He cost S2-that is, PER S. Tho
pen cost about $40 more, and Peters
fare brought the sum total up to Sl4 -.
watched the growth ot oar porkcr
with a high degree of interest. The
swill-pail always stood by the side OF the
wood-house door, and though it was not
All agreeable object IN an aesthetic point
of view. could not lor some time get
over vexatious kind OF curiosity Il, 10
It's contents. found some stran@c
things in il sometimes -.vicwed rs articles
OF food: one of Fred'S boots. for III
stance, or pair of scissors, or tea
spoon. Once when found u silver toni.
in the swill, demonstrated with the ser
want girl-a stupid German creature, who
had succeeded to our intelligent bridget
when the latter got married.
1T : not so much that care for the
silver, Katrina" said !, "but | don't
want The pooker choked to death in his
prime
aly wife discharged Ka;rine, in IN IN
patient moment, soon after this, because
the girl threw into the ,w,ll.paii four
quarts OF .ich cream-corered milk that
had been procured with great trouble
from the country, To make prize pnd-
ding for Il dinner party that gave TO
somc of my friends KaIrine Mas pure
city-bret, and bad never seen such look
inc milk before in her life; she supposed
ii spoiled, and into the swill pail j. went.
We hail had onr poyker abou' . month,
ami he had grown up with marvellous
celebrity The condition OF things IN my
back garden occupied a very large share
of nv attention; for though small, II had
been literally stocked and diligently
cared Tor and there was quite rivalry
between my neighbor Jones apd myself
in this matter Jones boastcd OF very
superior erudition in these things, and
being gentleman oi leisure he had
more time to look after them than had !;
but struggled hard not to be distanced.
There was no diSputing the point OF
Jones Isabellas being rather ahead OF
mine, but in most respects | tell myself
his peer.
September showed our garden rich
with an abundance oil tomatoes, ,cabbages,
onions, beets, beans, and SO on, while
the apple-tree, the two plum-Irees, and
tho grape vines hung heavily with their
load.
One day our porker got out OF his pen.
and went roofing around in the garden
with a tumultuous exercise OF his sudden
freedom. OF course those women never
saw him; it was washing day, | believe.
The havoc he had made by the time /
came home at night was thrilling TO wit
ness. Nobody could tell how long he
had been out OF his peu; bat Judging by
the devastation witnessed he must have
been out since morning. Tcnnyson'S
verse in Maud" may give faint ndica.
ton of my emotions. as | stood in the
back. door that evening:
"The roots of my hair have stirred
And my pulss closeed their gates with shock
on my heart"
There was nothing to do now. how
ever but to put him back in the pen. As
he had grown, porker had developed n
very ugly expression OF countenance,and
rs | looked at him now, with his tushes
.,,.G...,,Iino. Il, q nnnot rillainnns WV |