“And how much do you expect to get for him?”
“Eight pounds; I shan’t take less.”
“And who will buy him?” said I.
“Some gent from Wolverhampton or about there,” said the man; “there will be plenty of gents from Wolverhampton at the fair.”
“And what do you fatten your hogs upon?” said I.
“Oatmeal,” said the man.
“And why not on barley-meal?”
“Oatmeal is the best,” said the man; “the gents from Wolverhampton prefer them fattened on oatmeal.”
“Do the gents of Wolverhampton,” said I, “eat the hogs?”
“They do not,” said the man; “they buy them to sell again; and they like hogs fed on oatmeal best, because they are the fattest.”