“No; it was a great pig as big as a bullock; he’d got one hoof on my chest, and was smelling me with his wet snout touching my face when I woke up and shouted, and he ran off.”
“Pig, eh?” said Gunson. “It must have been a bear.”
“A bear! What, touching me like that?” cried Esau, excitedly.
“No doubt about it. But it does not matter. You frightened it more than it frightened you, and it has gone.”
“Ugh!” cried Esau, with a shudder. “Was it going to eat me?”
“Probably,” replied Gunson.
“What!”
“Well, it might have been. You are not bitten?”
“I dunno,” cried Esau, excitedly. “P’r’aps I am.”
“Are you scratched or clawed?”