Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-09-14

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Jethro joiner t'other. Jethro's a cousin
of mine; his father-no, his mother mar
ried-my names Small-ApogeeS Small.
and was just talkin'-
About the hog crop, and Cincinnaty
p ork houses"
"Ye-a-a-s, wall, went out West last
fall. stopped at Cincinnaty-ten weeks.
Dreadful nice place. by gravy, they do
business there; beats salvation haow
they go it ON steamboats--burst ten a
day, build, six 20
'Is it possible !' says the old gent
'tBut the hogs
"Deu beat all. 1 went up to the pork
house fust thing You meet is a string
bout mile long of big snd little curriers',
greasy and sassy as sin; buckets and bags
full of scraps. tails, ears. shanks and ribs
of haogs. Foller up this line and yeou
come to the pork houses, and yeou go in.
if they let yeou. and they did me, so 1
went in tu an almighty large house-big
as all aout doors. and feller steps up to
me and says
"Yeou're a stranger, s'pose %
"Yeou do" says ~
Yes." says he. 81 'spose so,'' and 1
up and said was.
"Wall," says he, "ef you want to go
over the house, wen send feller with
you"
So went with the Teller. and he took
me away back daown stairs, aout in a lot,
and, everlastin sin you should jist seen
the hogs-couldn't count 'em In three
weeks"
"Good gracious - exclaimed the old
gent.
Fact, by gravy Such squealin'
kickiu' and gotn on, sech cussiu and hol-
lerin' by the fellers knockin' 'em in at
one end of the lot, and punchin' on 'em
aout ut t'other. Such a smell of hogs
and fat brissels and hot water, swan to
pucker. never did cal'clate on afore.
"Wall, as fast as they drive 'em in by
droves, the fellers kept craowdiu' en-
daown towards the pork haouse, there
two fellers kept a shootin' on 'em daown,
and a hull gang of the all firedest, dirty,
greasy lookin' fellers aout-stuck 'em,
hauled 'em daown, and afore yeou could
say Sam Patch, them hogs were yanked
aout of the lot--kilt and scraped"
Mighty quick work, guess, says the
old gent.
"Quick work. Yeou ought to see 'em.
How many hogs do you calc'late them
fellers kilt and scraped day %
Couldn't possibly say--hundred-lI
expect"
Hundred ! Great king Why 1 sec
'em kill thirteen hundred in ten hours
did, by golly p
'You don't say so.''
" Yes. sir. And feller with grease
I, Ii 80 Ia hor Of
soap. said that when they hurried 'em
up some thcJ killed, scalded and scraped
ten thousand hogs in day. and when
they put on steam twenty thousand
porkers were killed off and cut up in a
single day.
IL want to know -
"Yes, sir. Wall, we went into the
house, where they scalded the critters as
fast as they brought 'em in. BY gravy,
| it was amazin' how the bristles flew. Be-
fore hog knew what it Was about it was
as bare as pumpkin. hook and tackle
in his snout, and up they snaked him to
the next floor. VOW they kept sha-
kin and a shakin' EN- in and up through
the scuttle, just in one stream.
Let us 60 up and see 'em cut the
hogs" says the feller.
"Up we goes. About ahundred grea-
sy fellers were hacken on 'em up. By
golly, it was death to particular people
the way the grease few. Two whacks-l
fore and aft, as Uncle Jeems used to say,
split the hog one whack by greasy
feller, with an everlastin chunk of sbar
pened iron and the hog was quartered,
grapped and carried off to another block,
and then a set of savagerous looking
chaps layed to and cut and skirted around
hams and shoulders going one way.
sides and middlings another way well.
I'm screwed if the hull room didn't pear
to be full of flying pork-in hams, sides,
scraps and greasy fellers-rippin' and
tearin'. Daown in the other place they |
were fryin' aout the lard--fllin' barrels |
from regular river OF fat. comm out OF
the everlastin biggest bilers You did ever
see, vow. Now, l asked the feller if
such hurryin hog through the course
of sprouts helped the pork any, and he
said it didn't make any difference he
spected. He said they were not hurryin
then, but if 1 would come in some day
when steam was up, he'd show me quick
work in the pork business-knock down,
drag out. scrape, cut up. and have the
hog in the barrel before be got through
squealin!
Hello Say. Squire--gone ?'-I
The old gent was gone-ths last brick hit
him.
/ From rthur's Home Gazette