Tried to hit him, too, but I failed.

And the old rascal hung on to my pig.

I watched him carry it to that sharp crag way up there on the rim." "Poor little piggy!" exclaimed Carley.

"To think of our American emblem--our stately bird of noble warlike mien--our symbol of lonely grandeur and freedom of the heights--think of him being a robber of pigpens!--Glenn, I begin to appreciate the many-sidedness of things.
Even my hide-bound narrowness is susceptible to change.

It's never too late to learn.