n instinct for direction like that shown by some
animals but the boys learned to follow them unerringly, and soon
became as skilful in "keepin' de parf" as any night-walker on the
plantation.

As the year passed the times grew harder and harder, and the
expeditions made by the boys' mother became longer and longer, and
more and more frequent.

The meat gave out, and, worst of all, they had no hogs left for next
year. The plantation usually subsisted on bacon; but now there was not
a pig left on the place--unless the old wild sow in the big woods (who
had refused to be "driven up" the fall before) still survived, which
was doubtful; for the most diligent search was made for her without
success, and it was conceded that even she had fallen prey to the
deserters. Nothing was heard of her for months.

One day, in the autumn, the boys were out hunting in the big woods, in
the most distant and wildest part, where they sloped down toward a
little marshy branch that ran into the river a mile or two away.

It was a very dry spell and squirrels were hard to find, owing, the
boys agreed, to the noise made in tramping through the dry leaves.
Finally, they decided to station themselves each at the foot of a
hickory and wait for the squirrels. They found two large hickory trees
not too far apart, and took their positions each on the ground, with
his back to a tree.

It was very dull, waiting, and a half-whispered colloquy was passing
between them as to the advisability of giving it up, when a faint
"cranch, cranch, cranch," sounded in the dry leaves. At first the boys
thought it was a squirrel, and both of them grasped their guns. Then
the sound came again, but this time there appeared to be, not one,
but a number of animals, rustling slowly along.

"What is it?" asked Frank of Willy, whose tree was a little nearer the
direction from which the sound came.

"'Tain't anything but some cows or sheep, I believe," said Willy, in a
disappointed tone. The look of interest died out of Frank's face, but
he still kept his eyes in the direction of the sound, which was now
very distinct. The underbrush, however, was too thick for them to see
anything. At length Willy rose and pushed his way rapidly through the
bushes toward the animals. There was a sudden "oof, oof," and Frank
heard them rushing back down through the woods toward the marsh.

"Somebody's hogs," he muttered, in disgust.

"Frank! Frank!" called Willy, in a most excited t