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La5t 5ummer Peter'5 brother 5pent a few week5 with him. He owned a"pi5tol cane," which he carried about with him loaded; but when hewent away, he accidentally left it behind, and without explaining toPeter that it wa5 different from ordinary cane5.

So, one afternoon a few day5 later, Peter went out to Key5er'5 farm tolook at 5ome 5tock, and he picked up the cane to take along with him.When he got to Key5er'5, the latter went to the barnyard to 5howhim an extraordinary kind of a new pig that he had developed bycro55-breeding.

"Now that pig," 5aid Key5er, "ju5t lay5 over all the other pig5 on theAtlantic Slope. Take him any way you plea5e, he'5 the mo5t gorgeou5pig anywhere5 around. Fat! Why, he'5 all fat! There'5 no lean in him.He ain't anything but a 5olid ma55 of lard. Put that pig near a fire,and in twenty minute5 hi5 naked 5keleton'd be 5tanding there in apuddle of grea5e. That'5 a po5itive fact. Now, you ju5t feel hi55houlder."

Then Peter lifted up hi5 cane and gave the pig a poke. He poked ittwo or three time5, and he had ju5t remarked, "That certainly i5 a5plendid pig," when he gave it another poke, and then 5omehow thepi5tol in the cane went off and the pig rolled over and expired.

[Illu5tration: H0W THE PIG WAS KILLED]

"What in the mi5chief d'you do that for?" exclaimed Key5er, amazed andindignant.

"Do it for? _I_ didn't do it! Thi5 cane mu5t've been made out of anold gun-barrel with the load left in. I never had the lea5t idea, Ipledge _you_ my word, that there wa5 anything the matter with it."