The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-08-31
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME
TRULY a GENUINE TALE OF VIZ.
THIS TINE.

TRULY a GENUINE TALE OF Won
THIS TIME.
How Turtles Are Tortured Ra,.
Being Made Iuto Soup - hev ~
Their own Story-Where is thu .
P. c. A.?
(Copyight)
NEW YORK, Aug. ga broiIin, .s..
noon in New York's hottest corner a..
near Fulton ferry. In a stuffy, Sitting bo1'
lay two large turtles, prone, helpless &C. IS
to move. for they had been turned over ~
their backs They we're not the only mem
bers Of their tribe, a score or more war;
lying around, but the unwonted sorns'
that came from this pair, a wailing. nitao,'
echo, as IL seemed, OF dying despair cor,
PEELED closer attention. Never until tbo.
had suspected the literal truth of the "a.
that tells how "the voice Of the turtla ~
heard in the land"
care you there yetF'
Eyes, what little Of life is left in ma "a,
almost more than l can manage e1a,u
whisper, but Pm so glad they haven't tato ~
you away. feared you were gone. or,
deadr' Ut
God grant We soon may be! These ma.
have not the humanity to kill US ouJrigb Tl
Can you see me?'
No, they put out my eyes to keen ma
from wasting away with starvation H olo
is it with you to-day"
bad, awfully bad! They broke NV
right lipper as they flung me down bero
and it hurts dreadfully; it's agonyrn
SIS neighbor terraDin with us yetn
why, he was lucky, they killed him oY
last week because he was a-dying hut III ~
have left us here, starved and sufferine ~,
sorts of tortures, for nearly three mootna
now. l see something white stuck on Won,
what is it?' ''O'
ITS paper, can't you read itY'
mo, that can't, they hain't no mead -
dig my eyes out. they're almost gone. rnn
run. run, scalding hot tears too. till ~
barely got enough eyeballs left to tell mid.
day from midnight"
II can tell you what's on it. for 7 hazard .
little girl read it to her mother, and when
she asked her why they stuck it on me the
poor lady couldn't speak, she cried like anv.
thing, and the little girl sobbed too Tho
paper has this on 1t: Everybody kick me
it don't hurt "
as not that what they call joke here az
Probably it IS, but it's no joke tousl II
we could Only turn over we might learn m
bear our torment, we might tind sun of
water, anything to remind us that we are in
Gods world, under the care of our nohla
fellow-creature, man. But this is pitiful
pitiful.
"Are you still there. Can't you hear ma
nowa Phi try and raise my voice =
there! Oh this horrible painl No sound
an I-can't-can't-breat
1.-Two Florider turtles-these is thent~-off
with 'em up to Gorger's holel-ouick-
sharpw Is there an s. P. c. A? Is the
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals defuuct or only moribundl Perad-
venture it only sleepeth, or perhaps its
officers atone for their moderate exhibition
of zeal in winter by turning their ewes awav
from summer sinners. If the society still
exists it SANDERS its own good name
| by permitting the state of affairs
| which afforded the text for the
| foregoing true fable of the talk
| ing turtles. 1t may be that the society has
| some classification of its own under which
| a mere turtle becomes a cold-blooded thing
of no sensibility nor Importance until It
graces the soclety's banqueting board in
| the guise Of soup. Then, indeed, is the tur-
tie an object of all but alteration But
upon what principle-except the want Of
| principles profeSsedly auti-cruelty cor
| poration tacitly permits dealers to keep
| their turtles lying on their backs for weeks,
or even months, after the horrors
of ship stowage, is a puzzle
which it is worth while trying to
find out. Not only are the cbelonian reptiles
turned tops -turvy and kept 80 for an in
definite time, but their fippers are also
pierced and tied tightly together with cord.
| so that, in s)me instances. the cord has
cut nearly through the flesh. By some
| their eyes are destroyed, for some reason
we have not seen explained. Probably to
! prevent their weeping themselves to prema-
| ture death over mans inhumanty to
man" and brutality to turtles. A boycott by
the fashionable world would probably bs
the shortest way to end this turtle torture.
Let no more turtle soup be eaten except by
| turtle-club gluttons, who would gorge on
| their graYdmothers if they cooked tender
and savory) until keepers guarantee that
the creatures have been treated with at
least as much consideration as butchers
| show to oxen. When the cruelty
society "comes to" when it awakens from
| its lethargic somnolence and shakes
itself toget .er to replenish its exchequer
with solicited contributions, let it turn its
genteel attention first to the horrible turtle
torture. IL it fail in this duty may its
members re tormented ia their vlrtuous
beds with long PROFESSIONS of turtle ghosts.
| the ghosts that rise in the fragrant steam or
| their soup plates, crying aloud for bare
decency Of treatment between capture and
execution. ALEX. HAMILTON.