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Title: Extracts from the note-book of Mr. Percival Pug : illustrated by sketches from his portfolio
Year: 1837 (1830s)
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Subjects: Christian life Boys -- Conduct of life Swine
Publisher: Boston : Printed by Torrey & Blair, No. 31 Cornhill
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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the means they used to force you into anotherquaiTel. I will tell you another pig story, toshow you tliis amiable trait of character, whichangry people generally possess, in a most emi-nent degree, in common with their four-leggedrepresentatives. When I was a young man, I went a voyageto sea. As w^e were lying at one of the islandsin the South Sea, two Indians brought a largehoff alomiside in a canoe. The cook and thestew ard were called to hoist it on board ; and agood tug tiicy had, for it was a heavy fellow.After they had landed him upon the deck, helay down, and would not move one way northe other. They wanted to get him forward ;so one gets hold of his ears, and the otherpushes astern. But the more they pulled, andthe more they pushed, the more did he resist;and he proved himself stronger than them both.He stuck his sharp claws into the deck, andbraced himself, so that they could not start himan inch. *What skall we do, doctor? said the ^„i,.,;;,iui.hiiiv- il:ii;^p^f\winiiiiii)
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PETER PEPPER. 137 Steward. Dis is an ogly fellow, and I do be-lieves we skall not do wid him at all. The doctor (that is, the cook) scratchedhis head, and looked wise, but said not a word.The doctor was a Guinea Negro, as black as acrow ; and as he looked at the hog and grinned,his white eyeballs and teeth shone in fine con-trast to his jetty skin. The steward was aDutchman, short, and somewhat pursy withal.As soon as he could recover breath again, heexclaimed— What for you stand and kratch your nomb-scoU ? You look and grin at de hog as if itwas a handsome ting, and not soch an obstinateprute. )\Ie was tinking, Massa Tewart, dat it beone berry putty oritur. In mee country, deymake mooch of such a handsome hog; it bemos a pity to kill him. I wish I could stick a knife in his treat,now, de prute. Now dont say so, Massa Tewart. Hand-some tings apt to be littel solky. Come now, no more dis nonsense, toctor.We most git de pig forard: so git hold once more.12* 138 PETER PEPPER. Well, Mas

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