Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-01-10

"Where will I put hlm?" asked
Peter.
ooh, put him in the barn." said I.
There is barn attached to our house
but there was nothing in it. Animated
by desire to put the barn to some use
full purpose, I bought COW and put her
in there last summer, but she gave no
milk after the second week, and SO l
sold her. I was glad l had another
tenant for the barn.
But Peter shock his head. That
wouldn't do. A barn was no place for
pig. I would have to have pen, he
cit would hardly do to let him run
in the garden, I suppose" l said
musingly. "Can you build q pen,
| Peter?"
"Yah," Peter said he could, and so I
sent him off after tools and materials,
having the pig tied to tree by one
leg. My family gathered about the
new conner and viewed him with deep
interest. He was little fellow, but
healthy, as was proved by the capacity
of his lungs.
"Mercy |" cried Susan, what
noise he makes. He must be hungry,
James," Susan's experience with
babies encouraged her to this con-
clusion.
CT know what'N make more noise
than that, said my Fred, with a roguish
twinkle in his eyes.
"What is it?" I asked, to encourage
my son.
"Two more pigs" said Fred.
Whom 7 20 ny, q home of 1oIolf no ,,ip
was fast asleep in his pen on heap of
straw, and felt quite pride in him.
I had secret hopes of my own in regard
to Susan. He cost only $2-that is,
per Sc. The pen cost ABOUT $40 more;
and Peters fare brought the sum total
up to SASS.
I watched the growth of our porker
with high degree of interest. The
swillpail always stood by the side Of the
wood-house door, and, though it was
not an agreeable object in an aesthetic
point of view, / could not for some
time get over a vexatious kind Of curl
osity as to its contents. I found some
strange things in it sometim
as articles of food: one of Fred's boots,
for instance, or pair of scissors, or a
teaspoon. Once when I found silver
fork in the swill, [ demonstrated with
the servant girl-a stupid German
creature, who had succeeded to our in
telligent Bridget when the latter got
married.
I" It is not so much that care for the
silver, Kathrine," said I. "but I don't
want the porker choked to death in his
prime"
My wife discharged Kathrine, in an
impatient moment, soon after this, be-
cause the girl threw into the swill-pail
four quarts Of rich cream-covered
milk that had been procured with
great trouble from the country, to
make a prize pudding for dinner
party that I gave to some of my
friends. Kathrine was pure city-bred,
, and had never seen such milk before
in her life; she supposed it spoiled, and
, into the swill-pail 1t went.
We had our porker about q month,
: and he had grown with marvellous Gel
Gritty. The condition of things In my
back garden occupied large share of
my attention; for though small, it had
been literally stocked and diligently
cared for, and there was quite arivalry
between my neighbor Jones and myself
in this matter. Jones boasted of very
superior erudition in these things, and
being q gentleman of leisure he had
more time to look after them than /
had; but struggled hard not to be dis
tanced. There was no disputing the
point of Jones Jsabellas being rather
|, ahead of mine, but in most respects !
felt myself his peer.
September showed our garden rich
with an abundance of tomatoes, cab
bages, onions, beets, beans, and so On,
while the apple tree, the two plum trees,
and the grape-vines hung heavy with
their load.
One day our porker got out of bis
, pen, and went roofing around the gar
den with tumultous exercise of his
freedom. Of course these women never
, saw him; it was washing day, [ believe.
The havoc he had made by the time /
came home at night was thrilling to
witness. Nobody could tell how long
he had been out of his pen; but judging
; by the devastation witnessed he must
have been out since morning. Tenny-
sons verse in Maud may give faint
indication of my emotions, as l stood
in the back-door that evening:
The roots of my hair have stirred
And my pulses closed their gates with q
shock on my heart"
There was nothing to do now, how.
ever, but to put him back in the pen.
AS he had grown, the porker had de-
, veloped very ugly expression of coun-
! tenance, and as looked at him now
, with his tushes protruding in most
villainous way, confess it was not a
cheerful sight for q timid man. How
ever, got s. big stick and went at him
with loud "shoos" and extravaganza
Furnishings of my weapon. He eyed
me quietly out of his vicious little op-
tics, and whisked his tail defantly.
soon found there was no driving him
back to the pen. He lodged me in the
most exasperating manner. He doubled
and twisted in a way to set at naught
all my calculations. I was no match
for him. Jones came out while / was
exercising myself with the porker, and
laughed at me over the fence.
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