“And if Wilbur goes there to live, you can walk down the road and visit him as often as you like.”
“How much money should I ask for him?” Fern wanted to know. “Well,” said her father, “he’s a runt.”
“Tell your Uncle Homer you’ve got a pig you’ll sell for six dollars, and see what he says.”
It was soon arranged. Fern phoned and got her Aunt Edith, and her Aunt Edith hollered for Uncle Homer,
and Uncle Homer came in from the barn and talked to Fern. When he heard that the price was only six dollars, he said he would buy the pig.
Next day Wilbur was taken from his home under the apple tree and went to live in a manure pile in the cellar of Zuckerman’s barn.
Chapter III Escape
The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure.
It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows.
It often had a sort of peaceful smell—as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world.
It smelled of grain and of harness dressing and of axle grease and of rubber boots and of new rope.
And whenever the cat was given a fish-head to eat, the barn would smell of fish.
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