The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1890-12-09

therefore natural that the varied features
o. the young giant should be more or less
dlscu sed both at home and abroad. That
is just what Chicago wants. That suits
her. That Is wat she puts her various
millions into an ex-o )sition for q should
referred to her as q giantess alb we
stead of a giant, for I see that l have
fallen into b feminine pronoun since.
However, we. will let that pass.)
The stranger should go at once from
the depot to the auditorium. He will
save time by this, for her he can answer
those who ask him if he has seen the Au-
ditOrium and answer affirm 4tively, and be
done with it; but if he should wait until
he has done something else he will be
more or less broken in upon by this in
quiry. Later on l may speak of the
grea: structure with the inf )rtunate name,
but l shall not have space at this time,
owing to the fact that [ propose speaking
a word or two regarding the stock yards.
All sorts of honest and successful in
dus Ty are honorable, whether it be
through the ave 3ue of liter 4tue or dressed
beef. Success is the mark of public ap-
proval, and continued success the certii-
cate of integrity. 1t was honorable for
NCA N4duL ~ CduNdSS 1OI d UOOh Ut Id1
skins. 1t was : Onora Die for Vanderbilt
to farm it or run a ferry. 1t was honor
able for Gould to survey Delaware county
with a wheelbarrow and a fine tooth
comb. 1t was honorable for the older As
tor to skin muskrats and swap brass col
lar buttons to the Indians for b. aver
skins if the noble red man suffered. What
| dislike is for the defendant of Mr.. As
tor to cultivate such a big robust and ma
lignant case OF hauteur. He vi ited Chi
cagO some time ago and started in an in
terview, which he had arranged for as
soon as he could attend to it, that the
people of Chi ;ago frequently sat on the
front steps and that visitors were met at
the door by the housemaid. Thereby
covertly intimating nat Mr.. Aston is ia
the habit of answering the door himself.
Possibly, however, Mr.. Astor keeps a
man who the door bell and does
nothing else hardly. That may be, but
it is only a few brief aut INNS since the
brave and sturdy mother of the Astor
race came around from the >pring house
to greet the guest in her stocking feet,
and the greeting was one the less cordial
eyether for a tina. and a. that. We
should not be held responsible for the
errors and acquired s~nobbery of our
grandchildren. From the deep recesses
of he unborn future there may come
some day a great grandchild who will
inherit my wealth and name, and while
l squirm about in my close lifting tomb
he may nave 8 valet to dress him II the
morning and train up his whjskers on a
trelIis, and he may visit Chicago where
his ancestors mad been so generously and
so Hospitality treated years beforr, and
when he goes home to England or Tuxedo
be m .y send for a reporter and tell him
how his refined nature was shocked all
the time he wa away.
CHANGING hastily from Mr.. AStor to the
Jhicago stock yards, l will say that few
realize, or can do so, the magnitude of
this one institution of Chicago. We can
hardly imagine 1880 acres of ground
covered with meat. to speak plainly; 1880
acres almost covered at least with the
business of converting live stock into
food for man. l have " before visited
this institution, and so l went there all
dressed up, N order to make an i'm pres
sion on the working classes.
Shortly after my arrival it came IN for
to rain, and having came IN for that pur-
pose it removed its coat, s~uspenders and
hat, and rained more earnestly and more
vociferously than anywhere else l yer
saw it outside of Ireland. | wore frock
coat, patent leather shoes and a silk hat.
After a while the mud, gore and hair, to
say nothing of lard and d~isarranged liver,
gave me a olase look that attracted aJten,
ton when | got back on State street.
One man whom / did not know asked me
if there had been any trouble or strike at
the sto * yards.
The visitor is apt to go first to the as
s~assination department. l remember
butchering day at home when l wSs boy.
1t was different from this. We had
generally about three shotes to kill, and
we waited most always until the weather
was so cold that we could not plow.
Then we butchered. We began about
daylight to heat water for scalding pur-
poses. Then we climbed the fence and
began a series of uncalled for yet bitter
and personal at acks on the elder maternal
hog, while her ear piercing squeals rent
the sky and her hot blood spattered our
neat little ~overalls. All day we alternately
scorched ourselves or froze to death, and
at night three fabby, AXE remains,
perfectly devoid of bowels of compassion
or other ~viscera, pried open so that the
November wind could sough through
their ~pulseless forms or daily with their
leaf lard through the long and frigid
hours, hung in a row Then came the
days when all through the dear old home
the smell of nice hot lard sought
u every corner and even pervaded the
beautiful brown linen Sabbath-schoOl
suit, which caught and retained the raw
ishing fragrance for years after.
Here you hear in the distant and the
sombre depths of the builing a smothered
wall ever and anon. You go toward 1t
and find a brisk young man in tall rubber
boots standing in a bloody stall with a
1ashing blade in his hand, while near him
a big pan to which is attached a long
handle catches the hot, fresh tide of life
as it spurts with a purple impulse follow
ing the long, keen blade. About every
6ffoaD coOODdo wbila wa stood here q