Lincoln looked at the pig and the mud that enveloped him, and then looked ruefully at some new clothes in which he had but a short time before enveloped himself.

Deciding against the claims of the pig he rode on; but he could not get rid of the vision of the poor brute, and at last, after riding two miles, he turned back, determined to rescue the animal at the expense of his new clothes.

Arrived at the spot, he tied his horse, and coolly went to work to build of old rails a passage to the bottom of the hole.

Descending on these rails, he seized the pig and dragged him out, but not without serious damage to the clothes he wore.

Washing his hands in the nearest brook and wiping them on the grass, he mounted his gig and rode along.