“‘Wouldn’t you rather have good money than that old meadow that’s good for nothing but to pasture pigs?’ “‘To be sure,’ says she, ‘but ’tain’t for sale.’ “‘Why not?’ “‘It was left to me and my brother George,’ says she, ‘and I can’t sell it without him. Neither kin he sell it without me. We both own it,’ says she. “‘But you would be willing to sell if George would?’ “‘Certain,’ says she. “‘Where’s George?’ he says. “‘If you was to tell me that,’ says she, ‘I calc’late I’d be a heap obleeged. I hain’t seen hide nor hair of him this six months.’ “‘He’s gone away?’ “‘You might call it that,’ says she. ‘It was on account of a hog.’ “‘But where did he go?’ “‘Hain’t I jest tellin’ you I don’t know? It was on account of a hog he went.’ “‘What about the hog?’ “‘Why, seems like he come home one night with a hog. It was a fine hog and fat,’ says she. ‘George he told me he got attracted by that hog and jest had to own it. Well, next day along comes a man lookin’ for that hog, and the sheriff was with him. He let on the hog was his and that George jest up and _took_ the hog and run off with it. Wa-al, when George seen the sheriff come into the front door, he went out of the back door, and that’s the last I’ve seen or heard of him.... Seems like a lot of fuss to be makin’ over a hog.’ “‘And you don’t know where he is?’ “‘No more ’n I know where General Jackson’s aunt’s sister’s apple butter is kept.’ “‘But couldn’t you find him?’ “‘How’d I find him? Tell me that. Stick my head out of the winder and holler? Lemme tell you, when a man up and steals a hog and goes away on account of the sheriff comin’ to call, he hain’t goin’ to be found if he kin help it. George never did think much of sheriffs, and if you was so much as to mention jail to him, he’d fair have a conniption fit.’ “‘If I fix it up with the man that owned the hog and with the sheriff, will you try to find him?’ “‘You go fix it first,’ says she. ‘But I hain’t the least notion where to look. Maybe he’s up and skedaddled for Africa or Chiny or one of them places. He was always talkin’ about goin’ to see them Chinee folks. Seems like he was a heap int’rested into ’em.’ “Well, Wiggamore and his friend looked at each other and waggled their heads, and got up to go. ‘If you hear from George,’ says Wiggamore, ‘you let me know. We want to buy that piece of land and we’ll pay well for it.’ “‘Hain’t no well on it,’ says she. ‘We jest use it for the hogs.’ “Then Wiggamore and the man got out as fast as they could, lookin’ like somebody had just stole their dinner from under their noses. They stopped at the gate and used up a lot of language sayin’ disagreeable things about George and Miss Piggins, and alludin’ to folks that stole hogs and interfered with business.