When you try to take a live hog off its feet, he is likely to bite as well as to squeal.

We had no tackle for lifting them.
At last Willis set off to get help.

He was gone till dusk and came back without any one; but he had persuaded two Shakers to come and help us early the next morning--they could not come that night on account of their evening prayer meeting.

One of the Shaker women had sent a loaf of bread and a piggin half full of Shaker apple sauce to us.
The lantern and bucket that went with Willis's wagon had been smashed; but I had a similar outfit with mine.

So we tied the horses to trees near our improvised hog pound, and fed and blanketed them by lantern light.