The Cairo bulletin. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1872-1878, 1874-09-27

serve those hunger pinched cattle tug.
ging at that great load Of green wood /;
their bony sides all welted and ridged
by the great lash, that is brought into
play more than hay, oats shelter and
kindness put together Notice the
shockingly poor horses that go abont
our streets with eyes Knocked out,
limbs twisted aud swollen, slowly starv-
ing to death, the uncomplaining vic
tina Of merciisss cruelty.
| saw a teamster () strike one Of
his horses a cruel blow on the head
with great club, not because it would
not, but because il could not draw any
more. Twas dastardly and cowardly
act, an objectionable insult to that
noble horse. AS he lifted that club
and with a horrid oath, smote that
royal boast on the head, | said to my
self, "hricc coateniptiJle uretch Far
inferior to the horse you abuse 1t
is not unwillingness or inability on the
part Of these poor creatures, that brings
such hideous array Of calamities upon
them. 1t is the unclaimed passion Of
man, coupled with indifference aud neg
lect. Broad shouldsred, red handed
men, dressed in little brief authority
pour out the vials of their wrath upon
the brute over which they WELD the
lash, at every. real or imagined prctext,
Horses and mules are whipped, yes
pounded in this city almost every day
for things, for which the drivers arc to
blame. At some provocation, no mat
ter what, the driver flies into a passion
then takes his salts faction and vents his
spite by lashing his poor inoffcnsive
beasts Of burden.
1t makes ones heart ache to see the
great goad fall repeatedly and heavily
upon horses in our streets, that are lit
orally 'liviag skeletons" Patient suf-
ferers Who shall avengc their
wrongs. The horse, noble, majestic,
royal animal The friend of man.
Alas that he should be SO humiliated
and disgraced. In the light of facts,
We may we'll cry "God protect and
defend the horse, the mule and the OK. "
Men have been known to work an over.
taxed horse from morn till dark, then
tie him to the fence and let him stand
through long, cold, bitter night with.
out morsel Of food or a drop Of
water. Is there no judgement in store
for such cruelty as that? Ahshe sigh
of sympathy goes out kr tie bruised
and starving beasts Of burden, that are
around us, that only find rest when
death relieves them.
Upper says;
The CALLED OK cannot complain nor
supplicate moments respite. The
spent horse hideth his distress, till he
panteth out his spirit at the goal. Be.
hold, he is faint with hunger, the big
tear standeth in his eye. His skin is
sore with stripes, and he tottereth be.
meath his burden. His limbs are stiff
with age, his sinews have lost their Vi
gor, and pain is stamped on his face,
while he wrestleth unequally with toll.
Yet once more mutely and meekly
endureth he the crushing blow
that struggle hath cracked his heart
strings-the generous brute is dead.
Liveth there no advocate for him
No judge to avenge his wrongs ? Yes,
all the justice in heaven is reused in
Indignation at his woes. Yea, all the
pity upon earth shall call down q
curse upon the cruel. The angel of
Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but pas
seth by on the other side, when
cruel man is damned. Solomon says I;
"a righteous man rsgardeth the life of
his beast, but the tender mercies of the
wicked are cruel