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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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e, Ichabods hearthad fulled him, when he saw tliat she wouldnot be stopped. He drew his legs togetherwith a spasmodic jerk; but it was too late.Polly had already passed beneath him ; and hefound liis knees pressing her fat sides before hecould recover his position. Now, the pig wasboth tall and broad, and Ichabods legs werewithal somewhat of the shortest. So he soonfound himself lifted from the ground, and pro-ceeding at full career upon the animals back.You may see him in the cut taking his ride. When Ichabod was fairly mounted, findinghimself moving at a rapid rate, feai-s began torise in his mind lest he should be tumbled off,and be hurt by his fall. As his steed was notbridled, it was lucky for him, that he wasmounted w ith his face behind, as that end ofthe animal happened to be supplied by naturewith a certain appendage, which, in his pres-ent extremity, Ichabod found very convenient.Pollys tail was long and well curled ; and to ithe now instinctively clung, as to his only safe-
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PETER PEPPER. 49 guard. Ichabod was never much of a liorse-man, but as to riding pigback, such a thmghad never entered his head since he came tomans estate. His pride, as may be supposed,was all gone in his novel situation; he did notsit upright in conscious dignity upon his steed,but, Gilpin-like, he bent him down, and, like thathero, sought, with might and main, to secure hisseat by holding on ; both hands being stronglyclinched about the before-mentioned appendageto Pollys nether end. Peter called to Ichabod to hold on and hewould soon tire her out. Ay, ay. Master Peter, answered Icha-bod, in a most lugubrious tone of supplication, Ill hold on, if yeU only stop her going underthe fence. Im afeard shell wipe me off withthe rail. Do stop her. Master Peter. Only you hold on, and Ill stop her, saidPeter. The poor beast was now trudgingthrough the ploughed ground, where her loadcaused her to sink up to her gambles at everyleap; so Peter was able to get ahead of her.She got along so slow

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