Dogs -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Mr Vanslyperken hastened into the street, and walked towards the heap
of cabbage-leaves, in which he observed the object of his wishes to have
fallen; but there was some one there before him, an old sow, very busy
groping among the refuse. Although Vanslyperken came on shore without
even a stick in his hand, he had no fear of a pig, and walked up boldly
to drive her away, fully convinced that, although she might like
cabbage, not being exactly carnivorous, he should find the tail _in
statu quo_. But it appeared that the sow not only would not stand being
interfered with, but, moreover, was carnivorously inclined; for she was
at that very moment routing the tail about with her nose, and received
Vanslyperken's advance with a very irascible grunt, throwing her head up
at him with a savage augh? and then again busied herself with the
fragment of Snarleyyow. Vanslyperken, who had started back, perceived
that the sow was engaged with the very article in question; and finding
it was a service of more danger than he had expected, picked up one or
two large stones, and threw them at the animal to drive her away. This
mode of attack had the effect desired in one respect; the sow made a
retreat, but at the same time she would not retreat without the _bonne
bouche_, which she carried away in her mouth.
Vanslyperken followed: but the sow proved that she could fight as well
as run, every minute turning round to bay, and chumping and grumbling in
a very formidable manner. At last, after Vanslyperken had chased for a
quarter of a mile, he received unexpected assistance from a large dog,
who bounded from the side of the road, where he lay in the sun, and
seizing the sow by the ear, made her drop the tail to save her own
bacon.
Vanslyperken was delighted: he hastened up as fast as he could to regain
his treasure, when, to his mortification, the great dog, who had left
the sow, arrived at the spot before him, and after smelling at the not
one bone, but many bones of contention, he took it in his mouth, and
trotted off to his former berth in the sunshine, laid himself down, and
the tail before him.
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