"I do believe," said I, "that Peterkin has met with the hogs."

"When Greek meets Greek," said Jack, soliloquizing, "then comes the
tug of - "

"Hurrah!" shouted Peterkin in the distance.

We turned hastily towards the direction whence the sound came, and
soon descried Peterkin walking along the beach towards us with a
little pig transfixed on the end of his long spear!

"Well done, my boy!" exclaimed Jack, slapping him on the shoulder
when he came up, "you're the best shot amongst us."

"Look here Jack!" cried Peterkin, as he disengaged the animal from
his spear. "Do you recognise that hole?" said he, pointing to the
pig's ear; "and are you familiar with this arrow, eh?"

"Well, I declare!" said Jack.

"Of course you do," interrupted Peterkin; "but, pray, restrain your
declarations at this time, and let's have supper, for I'm
uncommonly hungry, I can tell you; and it's no joke to charge a
whole herd of swine with their great-grandmother bristling like a
giant porcupine at the head of them!"

We now set about preparing supper; and, truly, a good display of
viands we made, when all was laid out on a flat rock in the light
of the blazing fire. There was, first of all, the little pig; then
there was the taro-root, and the yam, and the potato, and six