nose. He could smell things afar off, that neither you nor I could smell
even close by. And Squinty could also tell, by digging in the ground
with his queer, rubbery nose, just where the ground was soft and where
it was hard. And he knew it would be soft at the place where the boy had
dug a hole in which to hide the acorns.

So, when Bob called for Squinty to come and find the acorn nuts, even
though the little pig had not seen just where they were hidden, Squinty
felt sure he could dig them up.

"He'll never find them!" said Sallie.

"Just you watch!" exclaimed the boy.

He pulled on the rope around Squinty's leg. At first the little pig was
not quite sure what was wanted of him. He thought perhaps he was to jump
over the rope after another apple. But he saw no fruit waiting for him.
Then he looked carefully about and smelled the air. The boy was very
gentle with him, and waited patiently.

And I might say, right here, that if you ever try to teach your pets any
tricks, you must be both kind and gentle with them, for you know they
are not as smart as you are, and cannot think as quickly.

"Ha! I smell acorns!" thought Squinty to himself. "I guess the boy must
want me to do the first trick, as he calls it, and dig up the acorns.
I'll do it!"

Carefully Squinty sniffed the air. When he turned one way he could smell
the acorns quite plainly. When he turned the other way he could not