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'Why, how did the beast get into the field again? I thought you put him out, Guy?'

So I did, father; but I suppose he got through the hedge.'

Uncle Tom gave the pig a rap on the nose, at which he squealed as if he had been half killed, and then trotted away; but as soon as ever any one else had a piece of cake, the pig made a rush at it, so that he had to be every now and then rapped again to keep him at a distance.

The children had by this time finished their tea, and they all jumped up to chase the pig. You can have no idea, if you have never tried it, what fun it is to hunt a pig out of a field. To begin with, a pig is not afraid of anybody. He won't go any farther than he chooses, and if he does choose, he gallops at such a rate that you can hardly keep up with him. Then, as soon as he finds out what it is you wish him to do, he will do anything but that. After a little while this pig guessed that the children wanted to drive him through a gap in the hedge, so he would go very quietly to within half a yard of the gap, and just as everybody thought that he would go through, he would kick up his heels, and give a squeak and a grunt, and go shying right across the field. as hard as he could gallop. Then sometimes he

would stop and sniff at the ground, as if he had found something very nice, and the children might slap his fat sides, and push at him with all their might, he would stand like a wooden pig, and nothing would make him stir; or else, just as he was very quietly trotting before them, as if he had not a wicked thought in his head, he would suddenly turn round and run between the legs of one of the boys, sending him, of course, sprawling on the ground. How the children screamed, and shouted, and laughed! How they got crimson in the face, and breathless with running, and after all the pig was not a bit tired, and never lost his breath, and did not get red in the face-for he was a black pig--and was no nearer going through the gap than ever. After all, the best fun in the world is hunting a pig.

And when the pig had gone round the field at least sixteen times, always getting indignant and grunting as he came near the gap in the hedge, he all at once seemed to come to a better mind, for he gave one great grunt, and bolted off towards the gap, and went through it of his own accord without any driving.

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WHAT MADE GUY A GOOD BOY.

UT Hugh had taken no part in the pig hunt. While all the others were running about and shouting with such glee, he sat under the tree upon the grass; for the warm cup of tea he had drunk had

made him feel more sick than ever, and he could not have run without throwing up the cherries which were rolling about inside him. What a lot of pain he brought upon himself for the very short greedy pleasure of eating Uncle Tom's cherries! It was not yet over, as you will

see.

After the pig hunt they went home, and at the gate of the garden they were met by the gardener. Hugh and Harry both thought directly that something was the matter.

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you please, master,' began the gardener, some one has been at they cherries, and it ain't

no birds neither, and it is since this mornin' as they have been took.'

He looked at Hugh as he spoke, at least Hugh thought he did so. Uncle Tom looked round at all the boys, but no one spoke except Hugh. He said

'I am sure I didn't touch them!'

'Are you quite sure, my boy?' said Uncle Tom, who thought it odd that he should say so before he had been asked.

'Yes, quite sure!' said Hugh.

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And Harry then said,—‘So am I!'

Can any of you tell me anything about it?' asked Uncle Tom.

'They was took by a boy, or rather by two boys,' said the gardener; for there's their feetmarks sure enough. Two sizes of marks there is.

Then Hugh thought of, and said again, a very wicked thing.

'I remember,' he said, 'I remember now that, when Harry and I were running in the field after birds' nests, that I heard Guy and Walter's voices calling. They must have been quite near the garden. I don't know whether they could have taken them. He says there are marks of two boys' feet.'

Uncle Tom looked at Hugh for a moment in

such a way that Hugh almost thought he was going to box his ears, but he did not speak a word. The gardener did though.

'You don't know, you owdacious young varmint you! I'd teach you to say such things against Master Guy, who wouldn't touch the worth of a farden if it was to save his life. I would, if I was Master-'

'Hush, that will do, Stumps,' said Uncle Tom. 'We can easily find out to-morrow morning who took the cherries, by comparing the boys' boots with the footprints, and whoever did it may look out for a good whipping. It is getting too dark to do it to-night though, and we had better go in-doors.

So there was a rod in pickle for Master Hugh and Master Harry, and they neither of them felt very comfortable, you may be sure.

But Guy and Walter, who knew they had nothing to do with the cherries, did not feel at all unhappy or afraid, and after a little while they forgot all about it.

Walter had said to his brother, Guy, who do you think took them. Don't you think it was cousins?'

Guy answered,-' Do not say so, Walter dear; it is not fair, for we do not know anything.'

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