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Title: The conceited pig
Physical Description: 35 p., <5> leaves of plates : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
John and Charles Mozley
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Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: 1852
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Swine -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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ONE cold November evening, several little
pigs were lying very comfortably in their
sty, and keeping themselves warm by
burying their noses under the straw, when
one who had been routing about very
uneasily for some time gave a loud grunt
all at once, and seemed to be very much
frightened. His mother, the old sow,
who was stretched in one corner of the


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sty fast asleep, opened her little brown
eyes, and asked in a very angry voice
what was the matter. Several of the
little pigs answered at once that it was
only Wilful who was making such a noise
that nobody could go to sleep.
Hush, hush, hush !" cried Wilful, as
soon as his brothers were silent; hush !
do not you hear a great cracking and
noise the other side of the yard ? I am
quite sure that the stables are on fire.
Had not we better all go and help to put
it out directly ?"
Nonsense and stuff, you foolish little
fellow!" exclaimed his mother; "you
are always fancying something or other
is the matter, and wanting to poke your
nose into things that don't concern you.
I cannot hear any noise at all, and I beg

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you will be quiet, and let me go to sleep
The little pig did not dare answer his
mother ; so he lay quite still for a minute
or two, hoping that he should hear the
same noise again. And presently he did
hear it, louder than before, and there
could be no doubt that more than usual
was going on about the premises. He
looked round to see what his mother
would say now ; but she had fallen fast
asleep again, and two or three of his
brothers were snoring very loud. His
little brother Fatsides was lying close to
him, and Wilful thought by the twinkling
of his eyes that he was not really asleep;
so he gave him a kick, and said in a very
low voice, for fear his mother should hear
him, Fatsides, Fatsides, do you hear ?

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there is that strange noise come back that
I heard before. -Do just listen. What
can it be ?"
Oh, I dare say it is nothing but the
horses in the stable, or that wretched old
Hector rattling his everlasting chain,"
answered Fatsides. You know the
other night when you woke us all up, it
turned out to be nothing but Buttercup
rubbing her horns against the crib."
"Ah, very likely," interrupted Wilful;
"but this is a very different thing.
There, just hear that strange popping
sound : depend upon it, either the stables
are on fire, or there are a number of those
frightful great blue butchers killing and
carrying off all the cows. I am deter-
mined, at any rate, that I will go and see
what is the matter."



Oh, pray do not go !" exclaimed
little Fatsides. How do you know that
one of the great blue butchers may not
get hold of you and carry you off ?"
"I should like to see them !" said
Wilful. "No, no; I have lived long
enough in the world to be wiser than
that, too. The blue butchers will never
catch me, I can tell you ; clever as they
think themselves, they will find that they
have met with their match at last !"
Well, I know you are very clever,"
rejoined his brother, who was getting very
sleepy, and so I suppose you must have
your own way. But I do not see how
you are to get out ; for you know Bob
always shuts the door the last thing."
Ah, very likely," said Wilful ; but
the door does not fasten tight, and I can

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push it open with very little trouble
whenever I like. The other morning,
before any of you were awake, I went
out to desire Cock-a-doodle not to crow
so loud, because I thought it would
disturb my mother, and nobody knew
any thing about it; and Cock-a-doodle,
by the way, behaved so extremely ill,
that I have taken no notice of him ever
since. Poor fellow I suppose I must
give him a kind word to-morrow ; for my
friend Miss Peck tells me that he seemed
sadly out of spirits, and she was certain
he was a good deal cut up about it, for
she had seen him skulking behind the
faggot pile all by himself, and though he
pretended to be picking up an insect
when he saw her, she was sure that he
had really retired there to mourn over

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his misconduct. I wish that Miss Peck
were here now, that I might have her
opinion about this dreadful noise. It is
really worse than ever. What do you
think I had better do, Fatsides ?"
But Fatsides made no answer ; he had
fallen asleep whilst Wilful was talking,
and all 'the others were snoring away as
happily as possible. Wilful saw it was
of no use to try to make any of them go
out with him into the yard ; and to go
out he was determined, come what would
of it, for he had one of those inquisitive
and restless dispositions that cannot be
satisfied without prying into every thing.
He lay quite still, however, for a minute
or two, to make sure of his mother's
being asleep ; and then rustling carefully
through the straw, he pushed hard against



the door of the sty, which opened sud-
denly with such a loud creak as made
the old sow give a great grunt, and half
open one of her eyes. Wilful himself
nearly jumped out of his skin, but re-
covering himself directly, he set off and
ran as fast as he could along one side of
the yard, without thinking where he was
going, till he was stopped by coming
against some great rough thing that lay
in his way. The stars were shining
brightly up in the sky, and by their light
Wilful could just see that it was Jack,
the old donkey, who was stretched out
on the straw close to the cart-shed, dosing
away an hour or two to shorten the night.
He opened his eyes when Wilful ran up
against him, and asked rather drowsily
what was the matter.

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"My dear sir," said Wilful, "is it
possible that you have been lying quietly
here whilst such dreadful things are going
on about the premises ?"
What things ?" said Jack, opening
his eyes rather wider.
What things ?" rejoined Wilful;
"why all this shooting, and stabbing,
and burning, and butchering that has
been carrying on here ever since night-
"Carrying on where ?" exclaimed
Jack, who was completely puzzled and
amazed at Wilful's way of talking.
Now if there was any one creature in
the world that Wilful had the least re-
spect for, it was old Jack, who was, in-
deed, universally looked up to, and held
to be a very knowing old fellow; but



this proud young pig now quite lost his
temper at what he thought Jack's slow-
ness and stupidity. He answered him, I
am sorry to say, in a very impertinent
manner, and ended by telling him that,
though he was so much older, a clever
young fellow like himself was worth two
of him; and Miss Peck said one day,
that if, she knew who, were not a donkey,
he never would have worn those frightful
long ears all his life !
Old Jack half shut up his eyes again,
and took no more notice of this speech
than by smiling contemptuously.
"I tell you what, old gentleman," said
Wilful, in a great rage, I thought it my
duty to come and tell you, as an old
friend, that you will certainly be killed
before to-morrow morning; but as you



do not care about it, I shall go and tell
the blue butchers that you are ready to
be made nasty pork of immediately."
Jack was very sleepy, but the idea of
his becoming pork tickled his fancy so
much, that he lifted up his head and
laughed aloud. The sight of his great
teeth glimmering in the starlight enraged
Wilful more than ever, and seeing that
nothing he said made the least impression,
he scampered off, without another word,
as fast as his legs could carry him.
What to do next he could not determine;
the great noise that he had heard seemed
to have died away, and it had just crossed
his mind whether it would not be better
to go home again, when there came a
tremendous cracking sound in the air
above him, and something as bright as



fire fell close to his feet, hissed along the
ground for a second or two, and then dis-
Goodness gracious !" exclaimed Wil-
ful, as soon as he had recovered his breath
and his senses-for he was completely
scared at first ; goodness gracious as
sure as I'm alive, the stars are all falling
out of the sky. Something must be done
directly ; somebody must go and tell the
Queen. Where is Miss Peck ? I must
speak to her first, and then I shall set off
to the Queen's house immediately."
So saying, Wilful made the best of his
way across the yard towards the hen-
house, and succeeded after some time in
finding the little sliding door, which, un-
fortunately, was shut. There was an
open grating above, Wilful knew, but he

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could not reach it, so he had nothing for
it but to scratch the door gently, and call
Miss Peck as loud as he dared, without
disturbing Cock-a-doodle. Now Miss
Peck, luckily for Wilful, seldom slept
well. She was subject to spasms in her
left leg, which made her restless, and was
besides apt to fancy that somebody else
had got a warmer corner than she had,
so that she was continually shifting her
Not seldom, indeed, the families who
lodged on the lower perch were upset
and terrified in the middle of the night
by something coming flapping and tum-
bling over them, which turned out to be
Miss Peck, who was really very sorry
to be any annoyance to them, but what
with the chills which ran over her on



account of her sleeping-place being so
particularly exposed to draughts, and
what with the incessant spasms in her
poor left leg, she could not support her-
self a moment longer, if she died for it."
These accidents, of course did not make
Miss Peck a popular character ; and at
last a general agreement was made, that
the next time Miss Peck fell off her
perch, she should not be allowed to come
up again, but should be kept on the hen-
house floor all the night. Cock-a-doodle
was at the bottom of this plot against the
unfortunate Peck, and it was no great
wonder that he wished to oblige her to
turn over a new leaf; for whenever
she fell off her sleeping-place, she always
found herself too weak to get up again
without assistance, and would never trust

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any one to help her but her dear friend
Cock-a-doodle," who was obliged to do it
for peace and quietness' sake.
Now it happened, on the very night of
which we are speaking, that Miss Peck
had gone to bed in particularly ill-
humour ; for just as they were all enter-
ing the hen-house that afternoon, Cock-a-
doodle had chosen to help that flaunting
young creature, Miss Spangle, up the
hen-house stairs instead of herself, though
she had complained of a violent spasm
just a moment before. Miss Peck there-
fore, being, as I have said, very much out
of sorts, sat upon her perch with one eye
shut, and the other scowling down upon
Miss Spangle, who slept just beneath her ;
and her sufferings from cramp and chills
were so uncommonly acute, that she

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could obtain no ease except by con-
tinually twitching her legs up and down,
flapping her wings, shaking herself vio-
lently, and making a very unpleasant
noise in her throat, as if she were choking.
No one taking any notice of this uncom-
fortable state, though the slumbers of
several of the neighbours were very much
disturbed in consequence, Miss Peck grew
more and more restless and spiteful ; and
seeing Miss Spangle in the full enjoyment
of a delightful nap, she flung herself sud-
denly down upon her with such force as
to push her off the perch, and send her
rolling on the hen-house floor. Miss Peck
herself, though she tried hard to keep
her balance, fell over on her back, and
screamed violently, which woke Cock-a-
doodle, who, of course, insisted on know-
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Oh, it is only Peck in her spasms,"
croaked out two or three sleepy old hens.
No, no, it is me," cried poor Spangle
from the ground ; Miss Peck has thrown
me off my perch, and broken my head all
Cock-a-doodle's indignation on hearing
this is not to be told. He flew down in-
stantly from the upper story where he
lodged, would not listen to one word Miss
Peck had to say, in spite of her groans
and lamentations, and examined Spangle's
head with the greatest kindness and at-
tention. It was found to be not at all
seriously injured, so Cock-a-doodle said
he would assist her up stairs again with
the greatest pleasure, but that Peck
should remain where she was all night,
and if she attempted to disobey him he

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would come down, and punish her
severely. Miss Peck screamed, protested,
said it was all Spangle's fault, that Cock-
a-doodle did not behave like a gentleman,
that both her legs were broken, and that
she hoped he would come to be hung, as
she knew many of his family had been
before him.
"Hold your tongue," cried Cock-a-
doodle at last, after she had been going
on in this way for some time; "you
have hindered me so long by your non-
sense that it is just crowing-time again."
So he shouted out cock-a-doodle-doo as
loud as he could, and then putting his
head under his wing, composed himself
to sleep again, as if nothing had been the
In the mean time Miss Peck stood



muttering on one leg, in a corner of the
hen-house, and thinking how she should
be revenged, when she heard a low rap-
tap-tap at the door. She took no notice
of it at first, being too full of her own
troubles to attend to any thing else;
but very soon it was repeated, and on
her hobbling rather nearer to the door,
and turning her head a little on one side
to listen the better, she distinctly heard
her own name repeated two or three
times in a very low voice on the outside.
Miss Peck, though "all of a tremble,"
as she said herself afterwards, had suf-
ficient presence of mind just to look
up, and make sure that Cock-a-doodle
and all the others were asleep, before
she answered, in as sweet a tone as



Who's there ? Who wants the un-
fortunate Peck ?"
"It is me," cried our friend Wilful,
delighted to find that Miss Peck was
awake: open the door immediately,
my dearest Miss Peck, for I want to
speak to you on business of great im-
To me, dear Mr. Wilful?" replied
Peck, with great satisfaction; "I'm sure
I shall be most happy to assist you with
my poor opinion or services in any way
that I can, but as to opening the door,
my dear Mr. Wilful, I could not do
it if I were to try ever so much ; but
if you would just try to lift it up a little
yourself, my dear Mr. Wilful, I could
soon squeeze myself out, being as you
know, quite slender, and then you know


we could converse together very plea-
santly, and there would be no danger of
our being interrupted by Cock-a-doodle,
who is always waking up for those foolish
crows of his, which he is particular about,
as if anybody in the world cared whether
he crowed or not. He says that his
family have always crowed exactly in
the same way for hundreds of years,
and it was awful to see the rage he was
in with that scamp, young Strutaway,
a few nights ago, because he said that
he crowed out of time; but if Strutaway
never did any thing worse than that, it
would not much signify, in my opinion,
for I think it is very shocking to see
clever young people going on doing all
the silly old things that were done, for
want of knowing better, before their time.



As for Cock-a-doodle, 1 look upon him
as little better than a lunatic, and a spite-
ful, domineering, barbarous old tyrant
into the bargain."
Here Miss Peck was interrupted by
seeing a little bit of Wilful's nose pushed
in under the door ; for whilst she had
been chattering he had been scraping and
scraping, till he had succeeded in moving
it, and now he thought that if Miss Peck
would try, she could get out of the hen-
house, for he was in a great hurry to
tell her of his discovery. So Miss Peck
did try; and after a great deal of squeez-
ing, and scrambling, and pushing, and
choking, she found herself safe on the
outside, with very rumpled feathers, but
in great triumph at the thought of being
safe out of Cock-a-doodle's clutches.




Wilful lost not a moment in telling her
his wonderful news; and when she had
heard it, Miss Peck quite agreed with
him that the only step to be taken was,
if possible, instantly to inform the Queen ;
" and if a messenger is wanted, you know,
Mr. Wilful," she added, that I am
ready always to devote my poor services
to the good of the public without looking
for any reward, which, indeed, in this
wicked world, so full of selfish Cock-a-
doodles, and all kinds of malice and
hatred, one would certainly look for in
"Very, true, indeed, my dear Miss
Peck," interrupted Wilful, who, being
fond of talking himself, was always very
impatient of Miss Peck's discourses;
"very true, indeed: but allow me to



hint that it is not quite the thing for a
young person like yourself to be travel-
ling about the world alone; but, as 1
have made up my own mind to start
immediately, without waiting till my
mother and all the old people here are
awake, I was going to propose that you
should accompany me, and then, you
know, I should have the pleasure of your
society on the road, and you could give
the weight of your respectable authority
to the account which it is my duty to
lay before her gracious majesty the
To this Miss Peck making no objec-
tion, but, on the contrary, expressing
herself to be extremely pleased with the
arrangement, they set off that instant,
across the yard, down the meadow, and


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into the lane, without meeting with any
difficulty or hindrance; only that Wilful
ran so fast that Miss Peck had a hard
matter to keep up with him, and would
have ventured to say as much if it had
been any one else; but Wilful was such
a touchy gentleman, she knew he would
not bear to be found fault with. How-
ever, in the lane they came to a stand-
still immediately, from not being agreed
as to which was the right way to turn,
Wilful maintaining that the way to the
left led to the Queen's house, and Miss
Peck being equally positive that they
ought to go to the right.
Really, Miss Peck," said the former,
"I do wonder at a person of your talent
being so uncommonly silly. Do not
you know that all the blue butchers live


down the lane to the right ; and is it
likely that the Queen's house would be
any where in that part of the country ?"
Oh! as for that," replied Miss Peck,
very sharply, I do not pretend to know
in what part of the country such vulgar,
low creatures as blue butchers may live,
whatever you may do; but I am quite
certain that her most gracious majesty
lives down the lane to the right, and
therefore to the right, begging your
pardon, I shall certainly go."
Then you may go by yourself, and
joy go with you, you conceited, obstinate,
ridiculous old goose," said Wilful, who
in his anger quite forgot all his politeness;
and without a word more, they parted,
he running off as fast as he could down
the lane to the left, and Miss Peck taking



the opposite direction. What her ad-
ventures were may possibly be told some
other time ; his, I grieve to say, soon
came to a very sad end.
He had travelled but a little way
before he was stopped and accosted by
some one whom he did not know, and
of whom, in the uncertain light, he could
see little but the shining of two round
bright eyes, which looked somewhat fierce
and dangerous. The stranger's manner,
however, was civil; he apologised for
stopping Wilful, and asked, in a voice of
extreme politeness, where he was
going ?" I am going," said Wilful,
plucking up his spirits at the thought
of his own importance, and encouraged
by the stranger's mode of addressing
him, "I am going to tell the Queen



that the stars are all falling out of the
"Indeed," said his new acquaintance,
with a gesture of strong surprise. "If
that is the case, I think I can be of ser-
vice to you, for it happens that her most
gracious majesty is now on a visit to me,
and if you will do me the honour of
allowing me to conduct you to my house,
which is not far off, you can tell her this
extraordinary and important news im-
Wilful was but a young pig, and had
very little knowledge of the world. If
he had been older and wiser, he would
have distrusted the sincerity of Mr.
Brush, for that was the stranger's name;
but, as it was, he was quite taken
in by his respectful politeness, and con-

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sented to accompany him with the
greatest alacrity.
Away, therefore, they went together,
at a great pace, over fields and through
hedges and ditches, till they got into a
great wood, so thick and tangled that
Wilful found it very unpleasant travel-
ling, and begged his companion to go a
little slower.
My dear sir," said the latter, "' I have
the pleasure to tell you that we are just
arrived. Here is my house; pray walk
in: the Queen will be delighted to see
Poor Wilful was dumb with astonish-
ment. He could see nothing but a dark-
looking hole, under the roots of some
hazel-trees, which grew on a little ridge
of earth just above him ; and how the




Queen could possibly get in there, he
could not imagine. A shudder passed
over him, as the suspicion of his new
friend's treachery darted into his mind,
and in an agony of terror he crept into
the hole, without speaking a word.
It need scarcely be added, that the
Queen never received the message, and
that the unfortunate messenger was never
seen again. His afflicted mother, when
she missed him, very early the next
morning, could learn no news of him any
where; and old Jack, whom of course
she consulted in her trouble, was but a
poor comforter, for he only shook his
head, and said, in a very solemn manner,
that he always thought young Master
Wilful would come to no good."
It is to be hoped that all such silly

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little people as fancy themselves wiser
than their elders and betters, may learn
to correct themselves of such a proud
and evil spirit, or we may be sure that
cleverer heads than old Jack's may safely
prophesy of them that they will come to
no good.


John and Charles Mozley, Printers, Derby.

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