The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-08-16

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Lancaster (Pa.) Nsso Era.
Horrible Brutaliy-The Killing Of
Dogs In 81. Louis.
The brains of 100 dogs were beaten out
at the pound ON yesterday. It was the
second day of the slaughter. There was
no large attendance of outsiders, ~ on
last. The exhibition was, how
ever, fully as cruel and barbarous as on
that date. The dogA captured on last
Wednesday and Thursday were the ones
executed. A reporter of the Glo6c.D Demo-
crat was in attendance. Early in the
morning the p0undmaster fed the dogs on
cracklins and water. The scene was not
pleasant. When the food was thrown in
the dogs sprang for it. They snarled and
bit at each other. One big dog forced his
companions from the food and helped
himself: Then he lay down beside the
remainder, and with menacing growls
kept the others from taking any of
It. One or two dogs were redeemed by
their owners during the morning. Their
Joy at deliverance was ecstatic. The
despair of those left behind was profound.
In one of the stalls vicious tiger-bull
had all of his companions in a state Of
abject subsection. He had mangled two
or three of them. The others, huddled in
corner, looked their terror. The brute,
who paced up and down the narrow pen,
looked as though he feared nothing.
There was sudden change in his manner.
There was howl from the west pen,
preceded by the swash of the club of the
dog killer, and followed bya general wall.
The slaughter had commenced. The
tiger. bull, with each hair on end and tail
erect, stood for . moment, bristliEg def
ance. The slaughter continued steadily
in the next pen. An idea of what was
going ON seemed to come over the BULL
In an instant his tail fell, and he skunk to
the farthest corner of the pen, and lay
covering among the dogs, who, few mo.
ments before, had fled Els anger. There
was but one dog. killer at work yesterday.
He was the smaller of the two employed
on Saturday. His name is Rousher. He
is by instinct q brute, by profession q
butcher. He entered the presence of the
covering ours, and began to WELD his ter
rible club. The dogs were not excited by
the presence of visitors as on Saturday, and
at the outset were not so frantic in their
movements.
Steady blows of the club reduced the
number by one-half. The man took the
loose dogs first-those that ran about,
avoiding the instrument of death. The
floor of the pen was slippery with blood.
At the door q dozen of the wretched ami
mails struggled and paved and howled.
Some of them made desperate leaps at the
door, as if to force it down. Their eager
faces, their exposed tongues, their terrible
yells, their wonderful muscular efforts.
made a terrible sight. The being with q
club came to this party. With the n0n-
chalance and steadiness of blacksmith's
striker he rained blows. Each fail of the
club marked the fall of dog some of
them were killed the first blow. They
fell and became stiff in an instant. Some
of them fell to their sides, and their limbs
alone quivered. One or two extra blows
would crush the skulls of these. 1t was
terrible to see how some of the poor things
battled with death. Felled by blow that
would stun an OK, they would struggle to
their feet and, reeling from side to side. at.
tempt to fly to safety. The club falls again
and again, and still the poor thing writhes
anu struggles, until some one blow, better
aimed than the others, brushes the skull
like an egg would be broken in. When
there were but twenty or twenty. five dogs
remaining unkilled in the first pen, they
had skunk to q corner, and lay actually
piled one upon another.
They had ceased to howl or yelp. They
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tai anguish and torture. Each dog there
knew that his fate was at hand. Some of
them closed their eyes. More than one
blow, and died without struggle. One
Misunderstanding black-and-tan is par.
ticularly remembered. The poor thing
Dragging himself ON his very belly to the
center Of the pen, he lay down, looked at
the executioner once, and then closed his
bright steel. blue eyes. The club descend.
ed and the little dog was dead.
Sometimes the dog killer reached into
the pile of dogs, and, Selling one by the
neck, would drag it into a convenient pc
sition for killing. They never thought Of
biting him. When the dog.killer go
tired he stopped to rest. He wiped some
drops of blood off his face with his shirt
sleeve.
"See him hit that dog" said one of The
paid attendants to the reporter.
Yes, he works like it would be all the
same to him whether he was killing dogs
or men,"
"Why, he did crack q big butcher ovel
the head with his club about year and Z
half ago, and got ten days in the jail fol
it."
It would be wearisOme to follow the
slaughter in all its sickening details. II
would be impossible to exaggerate its hor
ror. Blood and brains, beaten, literally
beaten, out of the poor wretches with Z
barbarous club. That is the case. To
see the poor things awaiting their fate
covering in the presence Of death. is In
itself heartrending. To see the struggle.
of the dying brutes is horrifying. To sex
the executiOner at work is disgusting
There were three pens filled with dogs
When they had been killed, the fellow
with the club took knife and bled each
one of them. Then they we're put into thu
rendering cOmpany's wagon and carted
| away.
A reporter of the GRe6e-D Democrat yes
terday met Mr.. Robert =. Macdonald
President of the Society for the Proven
ton of Cruelty to Animals. The gentle
man had his attention first called to thu
brutal manner in which the dogs ar
killed at the pound by the article in Sun
DAYS Globs Democrat. The gentleman
was shocked at the cruelty exhibited, and
said that the Society would at once TAXI
steps to enforce the substitution of mucf
less barbarous mode of killing the con
demncd dOgs.-St. Louis Globe Democrat
Bijah and the Widow.
BIJAH has lost an ardent admirer and q
warm friend. For some time past . mid.
dle-aged widow lady residing on Lever.
cite street has been contemplating . trip
to Putin. Bay, but had NOT been able, un
til she appealed to the old janitor the othel