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76 the visitor and the razorback hogs ONE DAY AS A FORESTER and his friend from the city were walking in the woods, a peculiar, stropping sound came to their ears. The noise got more pronounced as they went along, and at last the visitor saw its source: before him, at the edge of a glade, a hundred half-starved pigs were rubbing their backs against trees. The visitor started back at the sight, but the forester said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only a herd of razorback hogs stropping themselves." [ 148 ] The forester threw a pine cone at the pigs, and at once they squealed and ran away. "You see?" he said. "Razorbacks won't hurt anybody." "Then why are they always sharpening themselves?" asked the visitor. The forester said, "I don't know. I suppose it's just their nature to strop themselves." The visitor turned back to the village. "Maybe I'm too easily alarmed," he said, "but it seems to me that creatures who spend so much time sharpening their weapons will some day find occasion to use them." [ 149 ] ...

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