One time he was having a trip on a sailing vessel, and it anchored in a long, narrow harbor in Canada, where the tide came in with a front four or five feet high called the "bore." There was a village opposite the place where the ship was anchored, and every day at low tide, a number of pigs came down to look for shell-fish.

Sometimes they went out for half a mile over the mud flats, but always a few minutes before the tide came rushing in they turned and hurried to the shore.

Their instincts warned them that if they stayed any longer they would be drowned.
Mr.Wood had a number of pigs, and after a while Daddy was put in with them, and a fine time he had of it making friends with the other little grunters.

They were often let out in the pasture or orchard, and when they were there, I could always single out Daddy from among them, because he was the smartest.

Though he had been brought up in such a miserable way, he soon learned to take very good care of himself at Dingley Farm, and it was amusing to see him when a storm was coming on, running about in a state of great excitement carrying little bundles of straw in his mouth to make himself a bed.