They were then usually found in parties of from twenty to thirty, feeding in the dense chaparral, the sows rejoining the herd with the young very soon after the birth of the litter, each sow usually having but one or two at a litter.

At night they sometimes lay in the thickest cover, but always, where possible, preferred to house in a cave or big hollow log, one invariably remaining as a sentinel close to the mouth, looking out.

If this sentinel were shot, another would almost certainly take his place.

They were subject to freaks of stupidity, and were pugnacious to a degree.

Not only would they fight if molested, but they would often attack entirely without provocation.
Once my friend Moore himself, while out with another cowboy on horseback, was attacked in sheer wantonness by a drove of these little wild hogs.