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Updated: June 19, 2025
Surely, if ever honors could be given to a faithful, plucky little broncho, Piggie should have been gazetted for the Distinguished Service Order. Not to the men alone is due all the honor of victory. But now Piggie, fresh from a prolonged interval of resting in the care of Kruger Bobs, felt that she was out on an excursion of pure pleasure.
It came at last; and Weldon's answering voice was slow with a weakness which was not all feigned. "Despatches from Dixon's column. Take me to the Commandant, please." He was dimly aware of a hand on his bridle, dimly conscious that Piggie was being led forward for a seemingly endless distance.
But Curly and his brother wiggled themselves inside the pumpkin, and away it rolled down toward the piggies' house. The wolf saw the loaf of bread on the hill, and he thought sure the piggie boys were near it. So he made a grab, but he did not get them. For of course they were inside the pumpkin, rolling over and over, like a rubber ball down hill.
The matches and the percussion caps also were dry, for "Piggie" had taken care of that, and, in the worst emergency, they would have been carried on the top of his head if he also had been obliged to swim.
He lifted her foot up tenderly and examined it with care. "My, my!" he murmured. "You poor little soldier. If I hadn't looked around that time I expect you'd been willing to walk all the way to Richmond on a foot that would make a whole regiment straggle. Just see where you've cut it right under the second little piggie.
And, as most of it happened to Curly, I have named this story for him, though Flop had a part in it. When her piggie boys came home from school one afternoon Mrs. Twistytail said to them: "I wonder if you don't want to go to the store for me?" "Of course we do mamma," spoke Curly as quickly as ice cream melts on a hot day.
"Almost, little piggie boy," she answered. "You may wait for it to come out of the oven. How old are you?" "Seven," said Flop, and then he asked the lady. "What is your name?" "Margaret," she answered. "Margaret More." "More what?" asked Flop.
Well, they were running around in the woods, shouting and laughing and making believe they were soldiers at war, when all at once, just as Curly passed in front of a hole that seemed to go away under ground, he saw something roll out. It was something round and black and hollow, and at first the little piggie boy thought it was a big black stone.
Twistytail was going to make a Johnny cake and how he had pulled the splinter out of the elephant's foot, and the store man said: "You are a brave little piggie boy, and here is a lollypop for you."
Leaving Piggie to pick her own way along the rocky ridge, he rose in his stirrups, shaded his eyes with his hands and peered anxiously towards the spot. At last his straining eyes could make out eight Boer horsemen, riding furiously towards the peak which he was in honor bound to hold. And their course was the chord of the arc of his own circle.
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