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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I wa'n't a mite deceived by that pigpen, no more'n I was by Jed Towle's hencoop, nor Ivory Dunn's well-curb, nor Pitt Packard's shed-steps. If you hed ever kep' up your buildin's yourself, Rose's beaux would n't hev to do their courtin' with carpenters' tools." "It's the pigpen an' the hencoop you want to keep your eye on, mother, not the motives of them as made 'em.
There were only the marks of many feet in the soft earth of the farmyard, an empty pigpen, and a few chicken feathers blowing about the hen house, to show where the invaders had been and what they had carried away with them. Jan and Marie, followed by Fidel, ran through the house.
Afore that 'twas all potato cellar, and at one time afore the house was made over there must have been a stove in that back bedroom. There's no chimney, but there's cracks between the boards at the back of that pigpen and any noise down here goes straight up between the walls and out of that stovepipe hole like a speakin' tube. You heard me when I spoke to you just now, didn't you?"
One day when Grunty Pig was at home, in the pigpen, a squeaky voiced piped "Good morning!" to him. Looking up, Grunty saw a plump little gentleman clinging to the top board on one side of the pen. "Good morning!" Grunty answered. "May I inquire what your name is?" "I'm Moses Mouse," his caller replied. "Do you live in the piggery? or in the barn?" Grunty asked him. "Neither!" said Moses Mouse.
You are a Non-commissioned Officer, and you must set an example. You must, rahly." When we finally hit the town where our billets were, we found our company quartered in an old barn. It was dirty, and there was a pigpen at one end, very smelly in the August heat. We flopped in the ancient filth.
A sheep path ran through; and after a little while a few trees loomed shadowy in the mist, and a low stone house took shape, whitewashed, flanked by barn, pigpen, and a stack of rotting seaweed.
It was outrageous that he, the son of John P. Whittington, should be expected to shift for himself like an ordinary fisherman. "I'm not used to living in a pigpen!" he snapped. "This cabin's too dark to be healthy; besides, it isn't clean." A spark of temper flashed in Spurling's eyes. "Stop right there, Whittington! This is my uncle Tom's cabin.
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