When Anna Woodward and Josiah Flint lived in Steuben County, New York, it wasn’t unusual for Indians to stop by the cabin to trade. One day an Indian squaw with her papoose strapped to a board came to trade baskets for bread. When finished, they started down the path. They were scarcely out of sight when Anna heard a piercing scream and ran to see what was wrong.
The squaw was hanging on to a tree branch just barely out of reach of one of the neighbor’s Razorback pigs. An angry Razorback pig was something to be feared. The pig could reach the fringe of the squaw’s shoulder blanket, but could not get a good hold. Each time it tried, the squaw would scream. Grabbing some rocks and