ttention, and made him run down to him. Mr. Harry said he was
raging around his pen, digging the ground with his snout, falling down
and getting up again, and by a miracle, escaping death by choking from
the rope that was tied around his neck.

Now that his hunger had been satisfied, he was gazing contentedly at his
little trough that was half full of good, sweet milk. Mr. Harry said
that a starving animal, like a starving person, should only be fed a
little at a time; but the Englishman's animals had always been fed
poorly, and their stomachs had contracted so that they could not eat
much at one time.

Miss Laura got a stick and scratched poor piggy's back a little, and
then she went back to the house. In a short time we went home with Mr.
Wood. Mr. Harry was going to stay all night with the sick animals, and
his mother would send him things to make him comfortable. She was better
by the time we got home, and was horrified to hear the tale of Mr.
Barron's neglect. Later in the evening, she sent one of the men over
with a whole box full of things for her darling boy, and a nice, hot
tea, done up for him in a covered dish.

When the man came home, he said that Mr. Harry would not sleep in the
Englishman's dirty house, but had slung a hammock out under the trees.
However, he would not be able to sleep much, for he had his lantern by
his side, all ready to jump up and attend to the horse and cow. It was a
very lonely place for him out there in the woods, and his mother said
that she would be glad when the sick animals could be driven to their
own farm.

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CHAPTER XXVIII

THE END OF THE ENGLISHMAN

In a few days, thanks to Mr. Harry's constant care, the horse and cow
were able to walk. It was a mournful procession that came into the yard
at Dingley Farm. The hollow-eyed horse, and lean cow, and funny, little
thin pig, staggering along in such a shaky fashion. Their hoofs were
diseased, and had partly rotted away, so that they could not walk
straight. Though it was only a mile or two from Penhollow to Dingley
Farm, they were tired out, and dropped down exhausted on their
comfortable beds.

Miss Laura was so delighted to think that they had all lived, that she
did not know what to do. Her eyes were bright and shining, and she went
from one to another with such a happy face. The queer little pig that
Mr. Harry had christened "Daddy Longlegs," had been washed,