Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1876-09-07

we uOubHt tAdt pfSJ odlu ME- Dut-
terwick TO me, alluding to his small
experience as a pOrk-raiser, 'as mat.
ter of economy. Mrs. Butterwick said
we could feed him on any odds and
ends of old slop that accumulated, and
at the end Of the season we could gel
enough meat out of him to last us all
winter. But there was no money in it,
and often think that the reason YVES
that when L bought him L picked out
pig whose gastric juice was too &C.
tive. didn't think to ask the man
about the pigs gastric juice. He was
the hungriest pig / ever saw. There
was something supernatural about his
appetite. I'd take him down a couple
of buckets of slop, and when he'd eat
it I'd chuck him half barrel of rotten
apples and he'd stow them away. Then
I'd give him half bushel of corn and
three or four gallons of sour milk, and
when they were down he'd look up at
lhe as much as to say: You amt half
a man, to be starving poor, miserable
little brute like me to DEATH He
would eat. four times his bulk every
twenty-four hours, and then besides
he'd gobble up any cats, or chickens,
or stray dogs that wandered into his
pen.
'One time, I know, / told Mrs. But
terwick that / was going to give that
pig one square meal if it put me into
BANKRUPTCY. And so carried him up
into the granary and set him loose
among eight bushels ofapples and elev-
en- bushels of unshelled corn.
in day or two dropped in to see
how he was making out, and I found
that he had cleaned up the apples and
corn, had eaten the cobs, and was about
half through with the wooden part of q
machine. know mighty we'll
he'd we eateo' up that granary from
the foundation 10 the shingles if he'd
only had time. And the next day,
when Miles, the butcher, was over
here, he took look in the pen, and he |
says:
'Butterwick, that's a nice pig. but
you ought to fatten him up; he's falling
off for want of feed.'
And then you know the pig ID get so
hungry at night, two or three hours
alter eating barrel of slop, that he'd
eat board out of the side of the pen
and 60 roaming around after some
hing te stay his stomach till morning.
Maybe he'd drop in On Pitman's pota-
% patch and root out every potato in
he entire plantation, or he'd call at
and eat up twelve hundred
head of cabbage or something. And
hey'd find him in the morning leaning
Up against the fence trying to think
where he could go to scare up decent
He was the blamedest pig
ever saw.
Then they'd send for me and I'd tie
string to his leg and try to lead him
home. II / wanted to go south, he'd
eel an impulse to go north; or if /
wanted to proceed eastward, he felt ii
o be his duty to pull to the west. And
he saw any corn in field on the !,
way home, he'd push In under the
ence before could stop him. Then
when I'd climb over SOS to humor
lin, he'd change his mind and crawl I
ut and get the rope all tangled in the ,
ence. And when we came to a tree Z
Ie'd always walk round it seven or |
light times and wind himself up tight; 1
nd then he'd seem to think the only
pay to get loose was to eat something, Z
nd maybe he'd put away couple of
ricks or a paving-stone.
But he kept growing thinner. +.
lunno how it was. P'rhaps he had :
on his mind, or he felt re- =;
morse. Anyway, somehow he fell off
4 flesh; bet the way he kept his appe-
tie was amazing. Now, how does a b
ig eat tubful of things and then C
'hen you measure him he won't fill "
alf the tub? 1t gets me. don't pre- n
and to understand it. Only l know Isl
nightly we'll there's no money in it. /
'emmesee; that pig cost me about
,ss see: counting corn, and apples, and a
lilk, and damages, and trouble, ;,
aould say about eight hundred dol !.
lrs. / paid four for him; that's eight =
undred and four. Well, when wei :
illed him he panned out should say 4
bout S15 worth of the meauest :,
ans, and sausages, and shoulders you p
YER laid your eyes on. Absolutely not
lough fat on them to grease agriddle 6
ith. We had to buy lard to fry the o
lusages with. Positive fact; that n
leat cost US about twenty dollars a o
ound, too, So that let's me out on n
ogs. I raise no moro stock. The on, q