“How do you mean, Ready?”
“They turn into what they call sweet-potatoes, after one or two crops: yams are better things, in my opinion.”
At this moment the dogs dashed among the broad yam leaves, and commenced baying; there was a great rustling and snorting.
“What’s that?” cried William, who had been stooping down to examine the yam plant, and who was startled at the noise.
Ready laughed heartily. “It isn’t the first time that they’ve made you jump, William.”
“Why, it’s our pigs, isn’t it?” replied William.
“To be sure; they’re in the yam patch, very busy feeding on them, I’ll be bound.”
Ready gave a shout, and a grunting and rushing were heard among the broad leaves, and, very soon, out rushed, instead of the six, about thirty pigs large and small; who, snorting and twisting their tails, galloped away at a great rate, until they gained the cocoa-nut grove.
“How wild they are, Ready!” said William.
“Yes, and they’ll be wilder every day; but we must fence these yams from them, or we shall get none ourselves.”