"We found it in the pen. At first I couldn't believe it," Mrs. Kelly exclaimed. "It looked a bit fatter than mine, but it's ear was fresh marked; I cut it myself. And I thanked God it had come back."
"You thanked God," Ann observed as if to herself.
"Yes—for it's our only winter meat. And when it got out again I was sick over it—and likely it will get away some more, for Kelly never fixed a pen that would hold, in his life."
"I'll help you fix the pen," Ann said, and she did, meantime wondering about the pig, for she would have sworn it was her own.
PETER CARTWRIGHT ARRIVES
It was on a September day that the famous Peter Cartwright jogged into New Salem on a stiff-legged pony, and drew up before Rutledge Inn.
His visit had been long expected and great preparations had been made for the camp-meeting which was to be held in the Springfield district in a few days.