"These must certainly be my comrades," said
Ulysses. "I recognize their dispositions. They
are hardly worth the trouble of changing them
into the human form again. Nevertheless, we
will have it done, lest their bad example should
corrupt the other hogs. Let them take their
original shapes, therefore, Dame Circe, if your
skill is equal to the task. It will require greater
magic, I trow, than it did to make swine of
them."

So Circe waved her wand again, and repeated
a few magic words, at the sound of which the
two and twenty hogs pricked up their pendulous
ears. It was a wonder to behold how their
snouts grew shorter and shorter, and their
mouths (which they seemed to be sorry for, be-
cause they could not gobble so expeditiously)
smaller and smaller, and how one and another
began to stand upon his hind legs, and scratch
his nose with his fore trotters. At first the spec-
tators hardly knew whether to call them hogs
or men, but by and by came to the conclusion
that they rather resembled the latter. Finally,
Uiere stood the twenty-two comrades of Ulysses,
looking pretty much the same as when they left
Uie vessel.

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