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Thus
admonished
,
I
slung
my
stone
with
so
good
aim
that
it
went
bang
against
the
hog
's
flank
as
if
against
the
head
of
a
drum
;
but
it
had
no
other
effect
than
that
of
causing
the
animal
to
start
to
its
feet
,
with
a
frightful
yell
of
surprise
,
and
scamper
away
.
At
the
same
instant
Jack
's
bow
twanged
,
and
the
arrow
pinned
the
little
pig
to
the
ground
by
the
ear
.
"
I
've
missed
,
after
all
!
"
cried
Jack
,
darting
forward
with
uplifted
axe
;
while
the
little
pig
uttered
a
loud
squeal
,
tore
the
arrow
from
the
ground
,
and
ran
away
with
it
,
along
with
the
whole
drove
,
into
the
bushes
and
disappeared
,
though
we
heard
them
screaming
long
afterwards
in
the
distance
.
"
That
's
very
provoking
,
now
,
"
said
Jack
,
rubbing
the
point
of
his
nose
.
"
Very
,
"
I
replied
,
stroking
my
chin
.
"
Well
,
we
must
make
haste
and
rejoin
Peterkin
,
"
said
Jack
;
"
it
's
getting
late
.
"
And
without
further
remark
,
we
threaded
our
way
quickly
through
the
woods
towards
the
shore
.
When
we
reached
it
we
found
wood
laid
out
,
the
fire
lighted
and
beginning
to
kindle
up
,
with
other
signs
of
preparation
for
our
encampment
;
but
Peterkin
was
nowhere
to
be
found
.
We
wondered
very
much
at
this
;
but
Jack
suggested
that
he
might
have
gone
to
fetch
water
,
so
he
gave
a
shout
to
let
him
know
that
we
had
arrived
,
and
sat
down
upon
a
rock
,
while
I
threw
off
my
jacket
and
seized
the
axe
,
intending
to
split
up
one
or
two
billets
of
wood
.
But
I
had
scarce
moved
from
the
spot
when
,
in
the
distance
,
we
heard
a
most
appalling
shriek
,
which
was
followed
up
by
a
chorus
of
yells
from
the
hogs
,
and
a
loud
hurrah
.
"
I
do
believe
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
Peterkin
has
met
with
the
hogs
.
"
"
When
Greek
meets
Greek
,
"
said
Jack
,
soliloquising
,
"
then
comes
the
tug
of
--
"
"
Hurrah
!
"
shouted
Peterkin
in
the
distance
.
We
turned
hastily
towards
the
direction
whence
the
sound
came
,
and
soon
descried
Peterkin
walking
along
the
beach
towards
us
with
a
little
pig
transfixed
on
the
end
of
his
long
spear
!