THE SWINE OF THE GODS
A few years ago a friend of miold me of something that happeo him when he was a. young man and out drilling with some aught Fenians. They were but a car-full, and drove along a hillside until they came to a quiet place. They left the car a further up the hill with their rifles, and drilled for a while. As they were ing down again they saw a very thin, long-legged pig of the old Irish sort, and the pig began to follow them. One of them cried out as a joke that it was a fairy pig, and they all began to run to keep up the joke. The pig ran too, and presently, how nobody khis mock terror became real terror, and they ran as for their lives. When they got to the car they made the hallop as fast as possible, but the pig still followed. Then one of them put up his rifle to fire, but when he looked along the barrel he could see nothing. Presently they turned a er and came to a village. They told the people of the village what had happened, and the people of the village took pitchforks and spades and the like, a along the road with them to drive the pig away. Wheurhe er they could not find anything.
1902.