But the sow and her inviting family were not long in being descried
by the Highlanders, after every other living thing had been sacked by
them, and a most eventful, hazardous, and very ludicrous chase after
them immediately took place. Full of the most anxious apprehensions
as to the result, John planted himself in front of the killogie, and
between it and the scene of action; and as all the old sow's efforts
were directed towards her stronghold in the kiln, it was with the
greatest difficulty that he repeatedly succeeded in driving her from
the dangerous post. At length, by one exertion, greater than the rest,
he had the good fortune to force the sow once more fairly a-field
again, with all her grunting young ones running scattering after her,
whilst the Highlanders, deceived by his shouting to them in Gaelic,
and encouraging them to the pursuit, believed that he had no other
object in view than honestly to aid them in catching her. To blind
them still more, he now started off full tilt at the head of them,
and soon outran the swiftest of them. With amazing dexterity, he first
clutched up one pig, and then another, until he had one in each hand,
swinging by the tail, and squeaking so fearfully, as to excite the
maternal anxiety and rage of the sow mother, to so great an extent,
that she followed him, fast and furiously grunting, wheresoever he
turned. John inwardly chuckled at the thought of having thus got
so easily and so perfectly the command of her motions. But a sudden
onset from the Highlanders speedily dispersed the remainder of her
progeny; and the pursuers naturally scattered themselves to follow
after individual grunters, so that the race was seen to rage over all
parts of the field. This distracted the attention of the old sow, and
she went cantering about, hither and thither, like a frantic creature,
until, by degrees, she found herself at the very farthest end of
the bog. There, seized by a panic, she suddenly turned, and bolted
desperately back again, with her snout pointed directly towards the
kiln. Winged by terror, she pushed wildly on at a bickering pace,
and running her head right between John's legs, ere ever he wist,
she carried him off for several yards, horsed upon her back, with his
face to the tail; and in the blindness of her alarm, she ran headlong
with him into a great peat-pot, where he was instantly launched all
his length among the black chaotic fluid which it contained. John
scrambled out of the hole with some difficulty, and, starting to his
legs, and shaking his ears like a water-spaniel, and clearing the dirt
from his eyes, he, to his great horror, beheld the sow scouring away
as hard as she could gallop, in a direct course for that chamber in
the killogie, which prescriptive right had so long made her believe to
be her own. John saw her hurrying thither, pursued by one or two of
the Highlanders. It was evident that she must soon reach it; and he
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