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."