Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-08-15
LEADS THEM TO SLAUGHTER.


Pens at a Packing House.
"Come, Phil"
A handsome l,S00-pound specimen Of
the bovine species which has been moping
lazily along the driveway pricks up his
ears in quick response to the call and trots
up to his master with promptness that
would be commendable even in pet dog.
The call came from Head Driver Murphy,
or one of his assistants, and Philip knows
well enough what it means.
"G'long over to F." shouts the driver
and at the same time he points up the al
ley in the direction of section +. The
motion of the drivers hand is superf1uous,
however, for Philip knows as well as any
body where f is, and he gallops off up
the narrow driveway more like an edu-
Gated canine than the huge, lazy steer that
he is.
There is an interesting coincidence in con-
neetion with big Phil's history. His name,
unabridged, is Philip d. Armour. This is
also the name of the proprietor of the
packing house at which the cloven footed
Philip is an important functionary. Driver
Murphy, however, blunts the point Of the
coincidence by his explanation that the
steer was honored with the name of his
noted owner in order to give the animal a
due appreciation of his extraordinary
prowess and responsibility.
While Philip has arisen from obscurity
to pre-eminence and has become king of
his kline, he has also degenerated morally
from an innocent and guileless country OK
into an archhypocrite. The grewsome Of
fees of a hangman fade into insignificance
when compared with those of Philip.
His daily labor is to entice the innocent
cattle from their pens by his peculiar mag
netism, and lead them in a wild dash to
their death. AS the drivers swing open
| the gate of a pen and rush drove OF
| frightened, trembling steers out into the
| driveway, Phil gallops boldly up, and
swinging in ahead of the herd assures his
bewldered country brothers that he Is
master of the situation; that he has come
as their deliverer, and that if they will fol.
low him they will be browsing in clover
fields and drinking from spring fed brooks
before the sun sets.
The unsuspecting cattle instinctively fall
in line as soon as their eyes fall on the hand
some and intrepid Philip. The herd troops
away down the alleys, following closely
every turn of their leader as he lodges II
and out among wagons and sheds and
heads straight for the broad shoot" which
leads up to the capacious slaughter pen
When Phil approaches the Shoots" he has
urged his followers into mad stampede
Quick as flash the leader whirls to ont
side at the foot of the approach, and thu
herd, carried on by its own impetus
charges madlS up the ascent and into thu
waiting room of death. Philip has SEN
another hundred of his kin to their doom
The big gates close behind his victims ant
they are led into the slaughter mill, ont
by one, almost as fast as one can coun
them to come out fayed, drawn and quar-
tered for the butchers block.
Philip knows no pity, no remorse. Hi
conscience is seered and callous AS h
avoids the slaughter pen by an adroit turf
and sends his followers on to their dealt
he drops his head between his knees ant
seems to chuckle with ghoulish delight a
he listens to the clatter of his victims
hoofs as they Chamber pellmell up tn
fatal "shoot."
To stay the butchers knife from his owl
neck Philip has betrayed 100000 fellow
creatures which looked to him for guild
ance. Chicago Times.