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"
Come
along
!
"
cried
Peterkin
,
hurrying
towards
the
wood
;
while
Jack
and
I
followed
,
smiling
at
his
impatience
.
Another
grunt
and
half-a-dozen
squeals
,
much
louder
than
before
,
came
down
the
valley
.
At
this
time
we
were
just
opposite
the
small
vale
which
lay
between
the
Valley
of
the
Wreck
and
Spouting
Cliff
.
"
I
say
,
Peterkin
!
"
cried
Jack
in
a
hoarse
whisper
.
"
Well
,
what
is
'
t
?
"
"
Stay
a
bit
,
man
!
These
grunters
are
just
up
there
on
the
hillside
.
If
you
go
and
stand
with
Ralph
in
the
lee
of
yon
cliff
I
'll
cut
round
behind
and
drive
them
through
the
gorge
,
so
that
you
'll
have
a
better
chance
of
picking
out
a
good
one
.
Now
,
mind
you
pitch
into
a
fat
young
pig
,
Peterkin
!
"
added
Jack
as
he
sprang
into
the
bushes
.
"
Wo
n't
I
,
just
!
"
said
Peterkin
,
licking
his
lips
,
as
we
took
our
station
beside
the
cliff
.
"
I
feel
quite
a
tender
affection
for
young
pigs
in
my
heart
.
Perhaps
it
would
be
more
correct
to
say
in
my
tum
--
"
"
There
they
come
!
"
cried
I
as
a
terrific
yell
from
Jack
sent
the
whole
herd
screaming
down
the
hill
.
Now
Peterkin
,
being
unable
to
hold
back
,
crept
a
short
way
up
a
very
steep
grassy
mound
in
order
to
get
a
better
view
of
the
hogs
before
they
came
up
;
and
just
as
he
raised
his
head
above
its
summit
,
two
little
pigs
,
which
had
outrun
their
companions
,
rushed
over
the
top
with
the
utmost
precipitation
.
One
of
these
brushed
close
past
Peterkin
's
ear
;
the
other
,
unable
to
arrest
its
headlong
flight
,
went
,
as
Peterkin
himself
afterwards
expressed
it
,
'
bash
'
into
his
arms
with
a
sudden
squeal
,
which
was
caused
more
by
the
force
of
the
blow
than
the
will
of
the
animal
,
and
both
of
them
rolled
violently
down
to
the
foot
of
the
mound
.
No
sooner
was
this
reached
than
the
little
pig
recovered
its
feet
,
tossed
up
its
tail
,
and
fled
shrieking
from
the
spot
.
But
I
slung
a
large
stone
after
it
,
which
,
being
fortunately
well
aimed
,
hit
it
behind
the
ear
and
felled
it
to
the
earth
.
"
Capital
,
Ralph
!
that
's
your
sort
!
"
cried
Peterkin
,
who
,
to
my
surprise
and
great
relief
,
had
risen
to
his
feet
apparently
unhurt
,
though
much
dishevelled
.
He
rushed
frantically
towards
the
gorge
,
which
the
yells
of
the
hogs
told
us
they
were
now
approaching
.
I
had
made
up
my
mind
that
I
would
abstain
from
killing
another
,
as
,
if
Peterkin
should
be
successful
,
two
were
more
than
sufficient
for
our
wants
at
the
present
time
.
Suddenly
they
all
burst
forth
--
two
or
three
little
round
ones
in
advance
,
and
an
enormous
old
sow
with
a
drove
of
hogs
at
her
heels
.
"
Now
,
Peterkin
,
"
said
I
,
"
there
's
a
nice
little
fat
one
;
just
spear
it
.
"
