The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1891-07-01

even to the hair hoofS and blood, not a
thing wasted or lost. But the main hog
headless and footless,is hurried away in
TO large cooling room still suspended
and dripping. The thermometer is 81
| in the front room. He remains there
few hours and then the rolling machin-
cry moves him into another room where
the thermometer is 37-nearly freezing.
There his ribs and leaf larG are taken
out and piled up in great stacks rs high
as the room. Our guide took some of
the ribs and smote them together and
they cracked like boards. Some of them
were piled up in another room, where
the thermometer was only II degrees
above zero. 1t was SO cold that | shiv-
cred and was hurrying out, when the
lad stopped us to show us great cans of
frozen frogs and carcasses of frozen deer
and pheasants and prairie chickens,
which come in and go out every day
These are for the plutocrats of course.
HOW THEY ARE INSPECTED.
Now, the boys who read this must i'm
agine that these rooms are not rooms,
but are large compartments 100 feet
long and nearly as broad, and the hogs
are hanging up in them so thick they
nearly touch, and every day they go out
and a new set comes in. The cars are
a tho dooco aud soma, o,,a GIloJ ,,,;4L q; 4 -
meats, and some with canvassed ham
and some with other parts, and away
they go to the east and south and west.
Before tho hams are canvased a govern
ment inspector runs long, stout needle
in every one to the bone and draws it out
with flirt that takes 1t to his nose and
this he does all day long, and sometimes
finds one that does not suit his sensitive
olfactories, and it is quickly tumbled off
the board. In another great room the
lard is dried into immense kettles and
run into tanks that hold 5000 gallons.
At the bottom of these there are men
turning the faucets ank filling the cans
cans of all sizes from five gallons to
one-half gallon, and from another tank
the barrels are filed. Close by is the
great tin shop where all these cans al c
made. In another great room the ice is
made at the rate of 800 tons a day and
in another suasages are stuffed by the
mile.
But this is not all of this business.
One Thousand two hundred fat cattle are
slaughtered here every day. When the
str ing, barrow door of the gangway is
opened the nearest beef rushes in. and
another right behind until ten are in
line, and that fills it and the door is clos
ed. The cattle are in single file and
sooner than ! can write it man with a
long-handled hammer, who stands on a
platform about level with their heads.
has, with one stroke for each, felled them
all to the floor in the quivering of death.
and other men quickly cut their threats
and puts the irons on their heels, and the
machinery gives a heave and they are
jerked into the air and out of the way to
make room for more. 1t is all a light
ming business, and these lgreat earcasses
begin the grand rounds, and find the
cooling room and are frozen hard. There
are no poor cattle, no poor hogs or sheep.
Everything is fat From the fat of these
cattle the oleomargarine or butterine is
made, and it is just as beautiful as the
finest butter | saw. Great cans of pure,
rich milk are purchased from the farm
ers, and this butterine is churned in inn
mense revolving churns that hold 100
gallons each. This is done to give the
butterine the flavor of butter.
OVERWHELMING.
Mr. Armour employs over :, 200 hands
in this factory, and there are killed in
this city $1,000 hogs and 6, 900 beeves and
5000 sheep a day. To me it was amaz-
ing, astounding, overwhelming. But af-
ter all it is only consol dation. In the
old times before the war every farmer
killed for himself, and it took four or
five hands whole day and half the night
to make pork of a dozen hogs. Then
there were the heads and the feet to
work over, and the lard to render, and
sausage to stuff.
Now the western farmer sells his hogs
and buys his pork, just as the southern
farmer sells his cotton and buys his
cloth. saw two cattle men trading
here yesterday--one said he dident have
many-only a little bunch--but Mr. Ar
mour paid him check for S57, 900, and
he paid the other man Sl200OO, and that
is the way it is done here every day. OF
course he is making money, but if he
does it fairly and without cornering the
market it is all right. Bill Arp in At
lanta Constitution.
The Rich Mans Son.