Did you ever eat a Perigord pie.? Well, without the presence of the thin slices of the Perigord tuber that delicious 'pate de foie gras would lose half its value. I have a loving remembrance of the flat de resist- ance of our national Thanksgiving Day, for a truffled turkey is quite a different bird from that stuffed with bread crumbs, sausage meat, boiled chestnuts and many other things. In the northern woods they are hunted for with dogs, but down in Perigord they train pigs for this purpose. It seems that pigs have better noses than dogs for this work. This is because the one likes truffles better as an article of food than the other, and a good truffle-hunting hog will fetch as much as $50. Of the same fungi family as truffles are the cham- pignons, which are now also in season, but which are not so plenti- ful in France as in some parts of Russia, where they are said to form the principal staples of food with the peasantry. A BATTLE WITH WILD HOGS. An Arkansas correspondent writes: Few people are aware that there are such things as wild hogs in this country, but such is the case, how- ever little the fact may be known. Not long since James Reynolds and myself were on a deer hunting ex- pedition on one of the numerous bayous that jut into Red river in the southeastern purt of Arkansas. We had with us two dogs, and were trailing along the bank of the bayou — the dogs some 200 or 300 yards in advance. All at once the dogs be- gan to bark, and there arose the greatest consternation imaginable. It did not take us long to determine the cause of all the commotion, as the dogs soon hove in sight, fighting and retreating toward us. Attacking them was a drove of wild, infuriated hogs, some of them so large and ferocious that a grizzly bear would be little more formidable. To say that they would strike terror to the bravest heart is but to make an as- sertion that would receive immediate credence of the reader should he ever be brought face to face with them. What was to be done? Here they came with a deafening and unearthly noise, their every bristle projecting forward, eyes maddened with rage,^ froth dripping from their mouths, and their long tusks ready to rip open any one or anything that of- fered combat. I suggested to Reynolds that we give them a volley from our four COOKING FOR PROFIT, 217 barrels at once, and perhaps it would so discomfit them that they would retreat. This we did when they were about two rods from us, and although we felled some three or four to the ground and crippled others, they seemed more enraged than ever and were on us before we could reload our guns. The only thing left for us to do was to take to the water (and very fortunate for us that we had water to take to) which we immediately did. Abandoning our guns' we plunged in and swam to the opposite shore, the live dog taking kindly to our example. Some little time after they had dis- appeared among the thick timber of the bottom, we swam back to our guns. After making an examination of the hogs we had dispatched, we concluded that we had all the bottom hunting that we desired that day, and struck out for the uplands. We learned that these wild hogs abound in considerable numbers along the bottoms of Red River and tributary streams in this locality.

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Did you ever eat a Perigord pie.? Well, without the presence of the thin slices of the Perigord tuber that delicious 'pate de foie gras would lose half its value. I have a loving remembrance of the flat de resistance of our national Thanksgiving Day, for a truffled turkey is quite a different bird from that stuffed with bread crumbs, sausage meat, boiled chestnuts and many other things. In the northern woods they are hunted for with dogs, but down in Perigord they train pigs for this purpose. It seems that pigs have better noses than dogs for this work. This is because the one likes truffles better as an article of food than the other, and a good truffle-hunting hog will fetch as much as $50. Of the same fungi family as truffles are the cham- pignons, which are now also in season, but which are not so plentiful in France as in some parts of Russia, where they are said to form the principal staples of food with the peasantry. A BATTLE WITH WILD HOGS. An Arkansas correspondent writes: Few people are aware that there are such things as wild hogs in this country, but such is the case, however little the fact may be known. Not long since James Reynolds and myself were on a deer hunting expedition on one of the numerous bayous that jut into Red river in the southeastern purt of Arkansas. We had with us two dogs, and were trailing along the bank of the bayou — the dogs some 200 or 300 yards in advance. All at once the dogs began to bark, and there arose the greatest consternation imaginable. It did not take us long to determine the cause of all the commotion, as the dogs soon hove in sight, fighting and retreating toward us. Attacking them was a drove of wild, infuriated hogs, some of them so large and ferocious that a grizzly bear would be little more formidable. To say that they would strike terror to the bravest heart is but to make an assertion that would receive immediate credence of the reader should he ever be brought face to face with them. What was to be done? Here they came with a deafening and unearthly noise, their every bristle projecting forward, eyes maddened with rage, froth dripping from their mouths, and their long tusks ready to rip open any one or anything that offered combat. I suggested to Reynolds that we give them a volley from our four barrels at once, and perhaps it would so discomfit them that they would retreat. This we did when they were about two rods from us, and although we felled some three or four to the ground and crippled others, they seemed more enraged than ever and were on us before we could reload our guns. The only thing left for us to do was to take to the water (and very fortunate for us that we had water to take to) which we immediately did. Abandoning our guns we plunged in and swam to the opposite shore, the live dog taking kindly to our example. Some little time after they had disappeared among the thick timber of the bottom, we swam back to our guns. After making an examination of the hogs we had dispatched, we concluded that we had all the bottom hunting that we desired that day, and struck out for the uplands. We learned that these wild hogs abound in considerable numbers along the bottoms of Red River and tributary streams in this locality.

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