A pig had been stolen by two men, who were driving it at night along an
unfrequented path in the neighbourhood of Rotherham. As the pig
squeaked loudly, they feared they might be betrayed, and were about to
kill it. The pig, however, struggled violently, and had already
received a wound, when it managed to escape into a neighbouring field,
squeaking still louder, and with the blood flowing from its wound. The
robbers, pursuing the pig, found themselves face to face with a large
bull, which had been till now grazing quietly. Apparently understanding
the state of affairs, and compassionating, it may be presumed, the pig,
he ran fiercely at the men, compelling them to fly for their lives. It
was only, indeed, by leaping desperately over a hedge, that they escaped
an ugly toss from the horns of the animal.
In vain did they wait, in the hope of recovering the pig. Piggy, having
found a powerful friend, was too wise to desert him, and kept close to
his heels, till the crowing of the cocks in the neighbouring farms
warned the robbers to make their escape.