"Ugh! ugh! ugh!"
This did not frighten the little girl at all. She ran out to her father, saying—
"O papa! there is a big black Hog inside!"
The Shopman got out his knife, and whetted it on the grindstone, and then he went into the room.
"Ugh! ugh! ugh!" said the Hog.
The Shopman said nothing, but stuck his knife into
the Hog. Then there was a squealing and squalling,
if you like! But in two minutes the Hog was dead,
and in two hours he was skinned and cut up, and by
nightfall, the Shopman and his little girl, and all
their friends, were sitting round a delicious
leg of roast pork, and the Sexton rang
the bell for dinner, and the Parson
said grace, and the Clerk
said Amen.
