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We shall start 2 hours later to-night and again to-morrow night. All started together, the man-haulers, Evans, Lashly, and Atkinson, going ahead with their gear on the 10-ft. sledge. Chinaman and James Pigg next, and the rest some ten minutes behind.
Night marching was decided upon, and after supper good-bye was said to Hut Point, and Atkinson, Wright and Keohane led off with Jehu, Chinaman and Jimmy Pigg. Two hours later Scott, Wilson and Cherry-Garrard left, their ponies marching steadily and well together on the sea-ice. At Safety Camp they found Atkinson, who reported that Chinaman and Jehu were already tired.
One day after Buddy Pigg had been on a visit to Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, the two puppy dogs, who were once in a circus, he came home all excited. He ran out in the yard, began pawing over in the woodpile, and soon he ran into the house, where Brighteyes, his sister, was washing the potatoes for dinner. "Do you know where there is any wire, Brighteyes?" the little boy guinea pig asked. "Wire?
'He has been a great disappointment, Cherry-Garrard wrote, 'even James Pigg has survived him. A depôt, called the Southern Barrier Depôt, was left at Camp 27, so that no extra weight was added to the loads of the other ponies. With the seven crocks and the dog teams we must get through, I think. The men alone ought not to have heavy loads on the surface, which is extremely trying.
Thought it an odd place for a rock exposure and then observed movement in it. Walked 1 1/2 miles towards it and made certain that it was Oates, Bowers, and the ponies. They seemed to be going very fast and evidently did not see our camp. To-day we have come on their tracks, and I fear there are only four ponies left. James Pigg, our own pony, limits the length of our marches.
He was dozing away in his easy chair, with a newspaper over his face to keep away the flies, when, all of a sudden, there came a knock on the door. "My goodness alive! Who's there?" cried Dr. Pigg. "It's me," answered a voice. "And who, pray tell, may you be?" asked Dr. Pigg. "I'm a bad tramp fox," was the answer, "and I want you to give me something to eat. Quick! I'm in a hurry!"
Now Buddy Pigg was always a little afraid when he heard noises, especially in the woods, where he couldn't see what made them, so he crouched down under a burdock leaf in case there might be any danger. And, sure enough, there was. It wasn't more than a second or, possibly a second and a squeak, before a great, big, bad boy stepped out from behind a tree.
"It is so very warm that I shall walk on the shady side of the street, and keep a handkerchief, wet in ice water, on my head." "I was cool enough the other night," remarked Buddy Pigg. "In fact, I shivered when I saw the burglar fox trying to get in," and he actually shivered again when he thought of it, and of how he had scared the bad fox away, as I told you in the story just before this one.
Mrs. Pigg, haven't we some of that new cabbage preserved in maple sugar? Bring out a bit for our friend!" My! you should have seen what a bustling about there was in the pen, and all because Uncle Wiggily had come and because every one was fond of him. Buddy started to take the old gentleman rabbit's crutch, but Uncle Wiggily cried: "Oh, no! Don't! Not for worlds!
Then she opened it, and she saw the peanut candy had been turned into a different kind, and that there were nuts with it and she surely thought it was magical, but it wasn't, it was only Buddy Pigg, who did it. So Buddy and Brighteyes went home happy, and so did the little girl, with her white box which she had found again after she had lost it.
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