dar, they came into the fight.
Tige had the pig by the throat, but was unable to hold him, the great size and strength of the quarry throwing him back and forth over considerable ground.
The men grasped the legs of the hog, and after being bounced, bruised, and nearly stripped of clothing, they finally got him down in the wet ground near the spring.
Knowing from experience that hogs are well nigh helpless when on their backs, they worked this one into a depression, on his back.
Mr. Charles Symmes, who was a very powerful man, sat on the pig's belly and held him from turning over.
The dog had all this time kept a vise-like grip just under the pig's left ear.
As they began to realize that instead of an ordinary pig they had caught a very large, long-legged old hog, the question was how to get him home.
Mr. Marshall Symmes went for help, getting a horse, ropes, a stone boat and men. Before daylight they had the animal in a horse stall, with the front nailed up.
He was so