He must have been asleep or exhausted when we arrived, for there was not a sound out of him, but shortly afterward he had set up a yelling that attracted Mr.
Harry's attention, and made him run down to him.

Mr.Harry said he was raging around his pen, digging the ground with his snout, falling down and getting up again, and by a miracle, escaping death by choking from the rope that was tied around his neck.
Now that his hunger had been satisfied, he was gazing contentedly at his little trough that was half full of good, sweet milk.

Mr.Harry said that a starving animal, like a starving person, should only be fed a little at a time; but the Englishman's animals had always been fed poorly, and their stomachs had contracted so that they could not eat much at one time.
Miss Laura got a stick and scratched poor piggy's back a little, and then she went back to the house.

In a short time we went home with Mr.
Wood.

Mr.Harry was going to stay all night with the sick animals, and his mother would send him things to make him comfortable.