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Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the all,

where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a

rude fence of poles It formed three sides of a pen, and the fourth side

was solid rock A bushy cedar tree stood in the center Water flowed

froy condition of the red

earth This pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs

Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the

top pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his

heart Today of all days Carleylistener Even the

shiny, muddy, suspicious old sow in no wise daunted her fictitious

courage That filthy pen of mud a foot deep, and of odor rancid, had

no terrors for her With an ar and squealing little pigs, and was amused and interested, as if

they were far removed from the vital issue of the hour But all the tied Glenn to talk, there see at her heart Was it only the

beat-beat-beat of blood?

"There were twelve pigs in that litter," Glenn was saying, "and now