Razorback Hawg

When the train stopped at the little Southern station in Arkansas, the tourist from the north sauntered out and gazed curiously at a lean animal with scraggy bristles that was rubbing itself against a scrub-oak. "What do you call that animal," he ask curiously of a native. "Razorback hawg," replied the native. "What's he doing rubbing himself against that tree?" "He's stropping himself, such. Just stropping himself."