Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-12-17

you graceless whelp, what have
you got there devouring? Is it not
enough that you have burnt me down
three houses with your dogs tricks.
and be hanged to you. but you mus
be eating fire, and | know not what?
| What have you got there, l say?'
"Oh, father, the pig, the pig-d1
come and taste how nice the burnt
pig eats"
The ears of Ho-ti tingIed with
horror. He cursed his son, and he
cursed himself that ever he should
have son that should eat burnt pic.
Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully
+ sharpened since morning. soon raked
out another pig and. fairly rending
1t asunder. thrust. the lesser half by
main force into the fists of Ho-ti. still
shouting out: Eat, eat, eat the burnt
pig. father Only taste" And he
choke.
Ho-ti trembled in every Joint while
he grasped the abominable thing,
Wavering w!ether he should not put
ms son to death for an unnatural
young monster, when. the cracking,
scorching his fingers, as il had done
ms sons. and applying the same rem.
edy to them. he in his turn tasted
N"I1' OF IT'S mayor which. make what
sour mouths ne would for pre-
tense. proved not altogether diSnleas
lhS To h.m. I'm conclusion both father
ana son fairly sat down to the mess.
and never left off till they had dis
patched all that remained of the
litter of pigs.
Bo-bo was strictly told not to le.
the secret escape, for the neighbnrs
would certainly have stoned them fo.
q couple Of abominable wretches who
could think of improving upon tbs
good meat which God had sent them
nevertheless. strange stories 60:
about. 1t was observed that Ho.ti1
cottage was burnt down now nnf1
often than ever. Nothing but firCs
from this time forward Some would
break out in broad day, others in tn
night time.
As often as the sow farrowed so
sure was the house of HO-ti to he i'm
blaze; and HO-ti himself, which was
the more remarkable, instead of
chastlMng his son, seemed to grow
more lndulgent than ever. At length.
they werew atched, the terrible mvs.
terry discovered, and father and son
summoned to take their trial at
Picking, then an inconsiderable town.
Evidence was given, the obnoxious
food itself produced in court, and YER
dict about to be pronounced, when the
foreman of the jury begged that some
OF the burnt pig, of which the culprits
stood accused. might be handed into
the box. He handled it, and thew all
handled it, and, burning their fingers,
as Bo-bO and his father had done be-
fore them and nature prompting each
to the same remedy, against the face
OF all the facts and th~ olearest
charge which the judge hac ever given
to the surprise OF the whole court
toWnsfolk, strangers. reporters and all
present-Without leaving the box, or
any manner Of consultation whatever.
they brought in a simultaneous YER
dict of not guilty.
The judge, who was a shrewd fell
low, winked at the manifest iniolIitv
OF the decision; and, when the court
was dismissed, wen privately and
bought up all the pigs that could he
hau Tor ioVe or money. In few DAYS
his lordship's town house was Observ-
ed to he on fire.
the thing took wing ana now there
was nothing t. lie seen but fires in
every direction. Fuel and pigs grew
enormously high al over the districts.
The insurance offices one and an shut
up shop. People built sliShter ana
slighter every day, until it was feared
that the very science of architecture
would in no long time be lost to the
world.
Thus this custom of firing houses
continued, till in process of time a
sage arose who made a discovery
that the flesh of swine, or indeed, of
any other animal, might be cooked
burnt as they called it, without the
necessity of consuming a whole house
Then first began the rude form of the
gridiron. Roasting by the string. or
spit, came in a century or two later
BY such slow degrees do the most
useful and seemingly the most obvi-
Gus arts make their way among man
kind.