They ate silently, as hungry men do, while the pigs and cattle-dogs marched in at the open-door, and hustled each other for the scraps that were thrown to them.
"How is it the pigs have no tails ?" asked Carew.
"Bit off, Mister.

The dogs bit them off.

They've got the ears pretty well chawed off 'em too." Just then a pig and a dog made a simultaneous rush for a bone, and the pig secured it.

The dog, by way of revenge, fastened on to the pig, and made him squeal like a locomotive engine whistling.

The old man kicked at large under the table, and restored order.
"You ain't eatin', Mister," he said, forking a duck on to Carew's plate with his own fork.