The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-15
EXCITING Pig HUNT.
Auburn Farmer En-
lists the Services of
a Big Crowd.
SOW FIGHTS HARD FOR LIBERTY.
Cornered in a Cellar, She
Manages to Get Away
Again.

Leigh Hunt once wrote dissertation
on the cares and anxieties Of pig driv-
ing. His account was re-enacted to the
life yesterday afternoon about o'clock
on Cambridge street An Auburn farm
er, en- route to the slaughter house
with wagon load of pigs, was forced
to chase a willy old SOW that eluded his
vigilance, up and down the street. His
face typified unutterable woe. Like
Leigh Hunts pig driver, he refused to
be eomforted ia Barbioon.
All the way from Auburn that SOW
had been planning escape, as later
events proved. Little by little, with
Its shout, 1t had worked up the sliding
door Of the crate-like structure, in
which, with its poreine companions, it
was incarcerated. When opposite a
house on Cambridge street, owned by
William O'Conneal the aperture was
large enough for the SOW to crawl
through, and it made a bold drive for
liberty.
Had It not been for some small boys
who witnessed the Jail, or rather pen
delivery, the farmer would have gone
on in blissful ignorance, but they set
up the alarm, and with stones, sticks
and dogs, gave chase to the pig with a
view to rounding 1t UP. Penned in, but
evidently determined not to be taken
without a struggle, the SOW made a
dash for an open cellar window in Mr.
O'Connelps house, and deliberately
jumped in.
It SO happened that an old fellow was
chopping wood as the SOW made his
unceremonious entrance, and as he saw
the reoter, he set up yell that would
have done credit to q 0omanche about
to take the Warpath
Holy sailor, It's the DEVIL" shouted
the old man as he went UP the steps
three at Mck. In the meantime the
pig had discovered that in leaving one
prison 1t had walked into a worse one.
He grunted with rage and tore around
the cellar like q champion on the Cfnder
path He put up a stiff fight and at
tackled those who came to capture him,
He showed his teeth to the amateur pig
hunters, and they retreated with all the
precipitation of Aguinaldo.
The farmer rallied his forces, and
with the assurance that he would take
care of the head and see that no one
was bit, a few venturesome young fell
lows stepped three PAGES to the front
amid the cheering OF the smaller boys
and volunteered to lend assistance
kiss me mudder fer me-" said one
in dis battle"
Just then the old man who had beer
chopping wood came back cautiously
and like a man trying to elude bill
collector. reconnoitered as he proceed.
ed.
80 twas a pig and not the devil,
he said 'Wurra, wurra, why didn't !
know it, and ! am SO fond Of pork
He, too, volunteered his services and
after q tough wrestle with the SOW, {
strong rope was attached to one of it.
forelegs. Then, like sailors on the decl
of a long low, rskish craft all hand.
set to and pulled with Will BEHIND
stood a boy with a sharp stick, prod
ding the SOW and forcing it to ascend
the stairs.
The pig grunted and ragged, and pass
ersby thought that an improviseC
slaughter house had been set up In tn,
cellar. But Madame Sow might as wei
have tried to pull up a brewery by tn,
roots as to buck against the combined
forces, fore and aft. At last it wa.
landed In the street.
This, however, was but half the bat
tie. The toughest contest, that of get
ting the sow back in the wagon, was t
come. It was the farmers plan to lif
him bodily into the wagon, but tn
crowd was made up Of raw recruits
and as soon as the SOY showed its teetl
and snapped at them, they jumped bacl
to safe distance
Don't desert mo, boysl" said tn
farmer piteously. ''I'll set up the higl
boys at the saloon around the corne
for every man that gives me lift. II
TX the teeth so that they viii be harm
less
With that. he got short stout rop
and tried to catch the sow,s snoot in
moose, but the sow had passed out O
its abecedary into the higher mathe
MATES Of practical experience, and /
was fully five minutes before the snoo
ly together. This gave the crow,
courage, and the volunteers, squire,
on by visions Of the thigh boys" re
turned TO duty.
So quietly did that SOW stand. whe,
Its snoot was secured, that the farme
and his volunteers believed that ali IN
fight was out. OF 1t, but they reckone,
without knowledge of pigology Seeinl
an opening, the SOW suddenly dashe,
through the firing line and made OF
in the direction OF Millbury street an,
the junglea OF widest and darlxes
Quinsigamond.
''Ohi" said one OF the volunteers.
citizen from Scandinavia, II dank m
dot he Will go up eighteen kinds o
strTds and get lost NIT himselflp
eou know what the Irish grenade
said to the father OF Frederick tn
Great. don't your" said Patrick Coar
the blacksmith. who Joined in the chas
as the SOW passed his door.
sNein," said a Dutch sausage pedle
who happened TO be close by. "Wha