He had recovered from his surprise and sprung forward, emitting a squeal that was almost a trumpeting.

At any rate it was a call, for it was followed by the rushing of bodies through the ferns and brush from all directions.
From every side wild hogs dashed into the open space--a score of them.
But my mother swung over the top of a thick limb, a dozen feet from the ground, and, still holding on to her, we perched there in safety.

She was very excited.

She chattered and screamed, and scolded down at the bristling, tooth-gnashing circle that had gathered beneath.

I, too, trembling, peered down at the angry beasts and did my best to imitate my mother's cries.
From the distance came similar cries, only pitched deeper, into a sort of roaring bass.