Swine
In Kewanee, Ill., one Glenn Beall, farmer, turned 50 hogs into a field of corn that had been under water for a long time. The grain had sprouted, turned to mash, fermented; greedily the hogs guffed and snuzzled. Soon a warm paradise bloomed in their brutish hides. They ran in circles, tottering. They knocked each other down, made love. Seven fell into a creek and drowned. Thirteen, eating too much of the alcoholic seed, perished in agony. Sitting safely on a fence, Farmer Glenn Beall watched a scene not unlike the one...
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