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

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business, to serve on the petit Jury, I
think, and told me to kill the pig.
1t wa easy to say that. He might
also have included other friends of the
family, but he did not think of it, perhaps.
However, | began the most elaborate
preparations and tried to nerve myself up
to 1t by frequent ecours to hard cider,
for L had never personally shed innocent
b God before. The pig would PROBABLY
weigh about 16O pounds, and was not
fierce until he found out that / seemed
set on mutilating him without any appar-
ent cause. Then he broke down the fence,
ate up a small goddess of liberty which l
had once had tattooed on my leg, so that
/ could be identli ID in case / should run
away and 60 to sea and stumble against a
wstery grave, as l had intended to do at
| that ti1e.
The animal wandered away into a corn
field, and we tracked him By his bloody
footsteps. We overlook him along toward
noon, and my younger brother held him
down while | made an incislon in the
neck which proved fatal. AS we started
to drag the animal toward home his head
fell off. / state tn in order to show that
sincerity and infexibility of purpose had
already begun to show themselves even
at this early age.
After some delay we succeeded in re-
moving the bristles, also some of ths
pelt, and I began the delicate operation
of prying into and exposing the animals
complex works. / guess it would not be
oest to describe this, for it gives me great
pain to recall it. I only know that I
cannot see yet what he had ever done
with so many of them or who could have
eve arranged such a large assortment in
such a little space. They came pouring
out like a cataract of new and strange
vitals with crotcheted borders on them,
and altogether l felt saddened and de-
pressed. l wen over to a neighbor and
got him to come and assist me. I told
him | had operated once or twice on a
hen, but a hen travels light. She does
not overburden herself with vitals that
way. Just give a hen two or three little
6xings of that kind and she will go around
perfectly contented. But it is not SO
with a hog. I never saw a hog that
knew when he had enough Of anything.
In the early days they used to assess
people here at the stock yards for beer
money, and then if they did not get it
they would pet the visitor with fragments
of liver and such little testimonials of re,
spect as that. So it was a custom even
among temperance people to give them
the money. 1t was s. until one day an
English capitalist who owned a large
S are of one packing house got = steers
lung down the back of his neck and
eighteen feet Of sausage wound around
hi silk hat, and he spoke of 1t in terms of
resentment to the superintendent. Then
it was changed.
The sausage machine is one Of the most
intelligent that l ever saw. The Havana
wrapper is pulled on a metallic spout, and
then by a terrific force exerted above the
sausage meat reservoir the whole thing is
pushed through this sp ut into the wrap
per, and yard upon yard of this de icious
Oivalve is reeled off while you wait.
One house takes the lives of 2,4OO pigs |
per day, and they are chilled AID ready
for the table by night. Mr.. Armour per-
sonally killed l $50 600 hogs last year, not
in a spirit of revenge, but in order to i'm,
prove the condition of mankind and keep
the rude and disagreeable wolf from his
own door.
Frying a little into his business affairs
Yesterday, l found that he did q business
of $65 900 600 last year. He also paid
out So. 500 900 in wages. With a piece
of chalk l figured on the back of an oil
painting in Mr.. Armour's pleasant office
that, allowing each year the same number
of animals killed last year, say l 500, 900
cattle and $50 900 sheep at q low estimate,
in Eve years Mr.. Armour, single handed,
could e~ncircle the globe with a continuous
girdle of intestinesi
What a thought Whatfood for thought
slsol
But as Mr.. Armour said in our talk,
when l asked him for a little recipe for
becoming a millionaire: "Here is the
secret of the success of the Big F, ur. 1t
is our system of carefully utilizing every
thing. Here is a glass Jar containing hoof
meal. That is valuable for its ammonia.
1t is made from the despised hoof of the
animal after the nestsfoot oil and other
toilet articles have been removed. Here
is a jar of white phosphates, made from
the pith of the horn. This industry will
decrease if the dehorning of cattle grows,
but probably it will not appreciably. Here
is a sort of glue made from the tips of the
ears and n )se of deceased cattle which
die q violent death at our house. Here is
a substance used in great quantities by
the brewers. Some time in the old days
before your reformation you have
noticed when you pulled your beer
glass off the top of the table that it
had a tendency to stick That is a gelatin
Gus substance which we furnish the
brewer in great quantities. 1t is made
from the thin white film which lies be-
tween the bone and skin of the head, for
instance, and if nothing more harmful
goes into beer it will never kill people off
at a big rate. Then there is a jar of
dried blood. Some is used for purifying
sugar and consi cradle is sent to New
Orleans, but more is used for making but
IONS. So lou see we make our money by
saving it, Not long ago a Frenchman
came to me and told me that / was lC sing
a million or so unnecessarily. / froze to
him till he told how. We found that
our hin rasarunirS nnntaininn Hatar and