The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-15

The Dumb Brutes' Friend Chases q Cruel
Cattle Drover in New York City.

Cattle Droyer in New York City.
New York Dial
scene as dramatic as it was interesting and
unusual was enacted evening before last on the
christopher street dock. The steamer Tower
Hill lay alongside the wharf, and the scenes of
busy life incidental to the immediate departure
OF transatlantic vessel were visible OF all sides.
Down the street and along the frayed timber
pathway toward the steamer TALL aged gentle
man wandered, leaning on his cane. To many a
thousand faces in out of theway corners, as well
as In the heart of the city, that form and figure
are as familiar as the name he bears is widely
known But down among the hard workers OF
the dock he rambled unobserved, because little
to note their visitors. The men were
pusliy engaged in driving cattle on
board, and their minds were fully occupied in
the work they were engaged in. So the tall,
sHght gentleman attracted little attention as he
passed along the gang-plank on to the deck and
soon after on to tho bridge of the steamer.
With shouts and orders the cattle were being
hurried In and down to their places on the lower
deck. The elderly gentleman looked on with in
terest, on his face shade of sorrow and pity, as
the frightened steers crushed and bruised each
other in their efforts to escape the blows that
fell thick and fast upon them from the long
sticks in the hands of those that drove them.
Suddenly the tall gentleman the bridge
Strengthened himself up, and. with look or
anger n every feature he raised high his cane
and shouted down at brawny fellow below
hinE Dare not do it, siri'
His voice rang above the turmoil and the dis
order and the man addressed stopped rrodding
the sharp point of the stick he held into the
bleeding side Of the poor beast. One look up
and he became as it were trausfxed with terror.
His eyes dilated, the stick dropped from his
shaking hand and with muttered curse he
rushed from the spot
Henry Bergh Henry Bergh," he Dried, as he
clambered over the vessels side closely followed
by the man who but minute before seemed to
be only curious locker on and not one likely to
be further interested. The drover slipped down
TO the dock, but he was intercepted by the other
who now suddenly appeared with an officer in
his company. His road up the dock being inter
cepted, the pursued man turned and fed back
toward the river front. Another look around at
those who followed him showed that capture
was inevitable unless he adopted some extraordi
nary means of eyadng it He quickly made up
his mind and with very little hesitation he
sprang into the river and swan to rowboat
some yards distant
The gentleman and the officer, alarmed at the
alternative which they forced the fugitive to
adopt, followed him no further. Climbing into
the boat the dripping man cut loose her shore
line, and Selling the oars. he dropped into where
the current was rapidly running down the river.
Once there, he seemed completely at his ease,
and, with elevated right arm, he allowed his
hand to gently vibrate near the vicinity of his
left ear.
BY the time Mr. Bergh got back to the steamer,
there was sufficient timber floating around to
construct big raft, but on board there WAS not
enough to make match. All the drovers seemed
imbued with devout and tender affection for the
poor dumb animals they drove before them. A
change had taken place, and, though there was
the usual shouting, it was unaccompanied by
kicks and blows.
A message to Superintendent Hankinson of
the S. p. G. A., soon brought him TO the spot
with his agents. who watched around until all
the cattle were safely housed away in their pens
and the vessel moved away on her course.