Hog Killing Time
"Tbere is blood in the baru lot and hair od the grotind, while the dog on his haunohes sita drooling aronnd; there's a luug on a fence-stake and a crow in the air to steal a rich morsel when no one ia there. The boys are on hand and never yet fail to fight for the bladder and sorap for the tail; and the diet for days is sansage and soase, while the smell of fried oracklings pervades the whole honse. No one in this world knows fully the joy of hog-killing time like the hale farmer boy. Head cheese and backbone make his counteuance shine and his soul fairly reveis in sweet tnnderloin, while the liver and brains - tbe ends and odds - with spareribs well roasted and fit for the gocls. "
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Ann Arbor Argus
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