Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-02-07

| have, and 80 followed Judas, some hundred
strong. patiently and with q look of bland won
der in their faces. saw his broad back Jog
ging In advance OF them, up, up a lime-washed
! incline. where was forbidden to follow. Then
door shut and in a minute back came Judas
with the air of a virtuous plough bullock and
took up his place in his byre. Somebody
laughed across the yard. but heard no sound
OF cattle from the big brick building into which
the mob had disappeared. Only Judas chewed
the cud with a malignant satisfaction. and SO
knew there was trouble, and ran around to the
front OF the factory and so entered and stood
aghast. Who takes count of the prejudices
which we absorb through the skin. by way of
our surroundings? It was not the spectacle
that impressed me. The first thought that
almost spoke itself aloud was: "They are kill
ing kline" and it was q shock. The pigs were
nobodyis concern, but cattle-the brothers of
The next time an NJ. p tells me that India
either Sultanizes or Brahminizes q man shall
believe about half what he says 1t is unpleas-
ant to watch the slaughter of cattle when one
has laughed at the notion for few years.
could not sec actually what was done in the
first instance, because the row Of stalls in
which they lay was separated from me by fifty
impossible feet of butchers and slung carcasses.
All know is that men swung open the doors
OF q stall as occasion required, and there lay
TWO steers already stunned and breathing
heavily. These two they pole-axed, and half
raising them by tackle they cut their Threats.
Two men skinned each carcass, somebody
cut of the head and in half minute more the
overhead rail carried two sides of beef to their
appointed place. There was clamor enough in
the operating room, but from the waiting cat
tie, invisible on the other side Of the line of
pens, never a sound. They went to their death,
trusting Judas, without word. They were
slain at the rate of five minute, and if the pig
men were spattered with blood these butchers
were bathed in it, The blood ran in muttering
cutters. There was no place for hand or foot
that was not coated with thicknesses Of dried
blood, and the stencil of it in the nostrils bred
fear.
And then the same merciful providence that
has showered good things on my path through
out sent me an embodiment of the city of Chi
cago 80 that j might remember it forever.
women come sometimes to see the slaughter.
And there entered that vermilion hall young
woman of large mold with brilliantly scarlet
lips and heavy eyebrows and dark hair that
came down in widows peak on her fore
head. She was we'll and healthy and alive ex-
ceedlngly, and she was dressed in flaming red
and black, and her feet know you that the feet
OF american women are like unto the feet of
fairies her feet. say. were cased in red
leather shoes She stood in patch of sunlight,
the red blood under her Shoes the vivid car
oasses stacked around her. a bullock bleeding
Its life away not six feet from her and the death
factory roaring all around her. She looked
curiously, with hard, bold eyes, and was not
ashamed.
Then said L: '"This is a special sending: I
have seen the city of Chicago" And 1 went
away to get peace and rest.
RUDYARD KIPLINa.