-Caveat Lector-
If you use federal handouts in place of corn and people in place of
the pigs - how close are we to having the final rail put in place?
The Wild and Free Pigs of the Okefenokee Swamp
based on a telling by George Gordon
Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched
up some horses to his Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions --
especially his traps -- and drove south.
Several weeks later he stopped in a small town just north of the
Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.
It was a Saturday morning -- a lazy day -- when he walked into the
general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or
eight of the town's local citizens.
The traveler spoke. "Gentlemen, could you direct me to the
Okefenokee
Swamp?"
Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy.
"You must be a stranger in these parts," they said.
"I am. I'm from North Dakota," said the stranger.
"In the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild hogs." one old man
explained. "A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!"
He lifted up his leg. "I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the
swamp."
Another old fellow said, "Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm bit
off!"
"Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and
rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred
years.
They're wild and they're dangerous. You can't trap them. No man dare
go into the swamp by himself."
Every man nodded his head in agreement.
The old trapper said, "Thank you so much for the warning. Now could
you direct me to the swamp?"
They said, "Well, yeah, it's due south -- straight down the road."
But they begged the stranger not to go, because they knew he'd meet
a
terrible fate.
He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load it in the
wagon." And they did.
Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove on down the road.
The townsfolk thought they'd never see him again.
Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general
store, got down off the wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of
corn.
After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp. Two
weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn.
This went on for a month. And then two months, and three.
Every week or two the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday
morning, load up ten sacks of corn, and drive off south into the
swamp.
The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and the
subject of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had
possessed this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself
and not be consumed by the wild and free hogs.
One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone thought he
wanted more corn.
He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual group of
men were gathered around the stove. He took off his gloves.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I
need twenty or thirty men."
"I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned up, and they're
all hungry. I've got to get them to market right away."
"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the storekeeper, incredulously.
"I have six thousand hogs penned up. They haven't eaten for two or
three days, and they'll starve if I don't get back there to feed and
take care of them."
One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured the wild hogs
of
the Okefenokee?"
"That's right."
"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men urged, breathlessly.
One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"
"I lost my brother!" cried another.
"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.
The trapper said, "Well, the first week I went in there they were wild
all right."
"They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out. I dared not get
off the wagon."
"So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day I'd spread a
sack
of corn."
"The old pigs would have nothing to do with it."
"But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn
than it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young
began toeat the corn first." "I did this every day. Pretty soon, even
the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn."
"After all, they were all free; they were not penned up. They could
run off in any direction they wanted at any time."
"The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all
the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn
in the clearing."
"At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was too far. It
was
too open. It was a nuisance to them."
"But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in
the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes.
And not long thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was
easier to come to the clearing every day."
"And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get
their free corn."
"They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and
whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They could
run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them."
"The next step was to get them used to fence posts."
"So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in
the underbrush so that they wouldn't get suspicious or upset."
"After all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground,
like
the trees and the brush. The corn was there every day. It was easy to
walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out."
"This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to
walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back
out through the fence posts."
"The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a
few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the
openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail."
"After all, it was no real threat to their freedom or independence.
They could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at
any time."
"Now I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day. I began to feed
them every other day."
"On the days I didn't feed them the pigs still gathered in the
clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and
pleaded with me to feed them."
"But I only fed them every other day. And I put a second rail around
the posts."
"Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now
they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots
and finding their own food. They now needed me. They needed my corn
every other day."
"So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in
through a gate. And I put up a third rail around the fence."
"But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there
were several gates and they could run in and out at will."
"Finally I put up the fourth rail."
"Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them very, very
well."
"Yesterday I closed the last gate. And today I need you to help me
take these pigs to market."
-- end of story --
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The price of free corn
The allegory of the pigs has a serious moral lesson. This story is
about federal money being used to bait, trap and enslave a once free
and independent people.
Federal welfare, in its myriad forms, has reduced not only
individuals to a state of dependency. State and local governments are
also on the fast track to elimination, due to their functions being
subverted by the command and control structures of federal "revenue
sharing" programs.
Please copy this flyer and send it to all your state and local
elected leaders and other concerned citizens.
Tell them: "Just say NO to federal corn."
The bacon you save may be your own.
"You would be surprised how much we can get done if we don't care
who gets the credit."
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