St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-07-29
A Bull Used to Dccoy Cattle From

A Bull Used to Dccoy Cattle From
Their Pens at a Slaughter House.
Chicago Times
''Come, Phil"
A handsome 1,S00-pound specimen of
the bovine species which has been mop
ing laZlly along the driveway pricks
up his ears i'll quick response to the
call. and trOtS up to his master with a
prom ptness that would be commenda-
BILE even in a pet dog. The call came
from Head Driver Murphy, or one of his
assistants. and Philip KNOWS we'll
enough what it means.
'Glong over to F." shouts the driver.
and at the same time he points up the
alley in the direction of Section IF. :"
The motion of the drivers hand is SUI
perfluous. however, for Philip knows as
well as ANYBODY where "F'' is. and he
gallops off up the narrow driveway
more like all educated canine than the
huge, lazy steer that lie is.
There is all interesting coincidence i'm
connection with big PhlPs 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 fGnctionary. Driver Murphy.
however, blunts the point of the coinci-
dence by explaining that the steer was
honored with the name of his noted
owner i'll order to give the animal due
appreciation OF his extraordinary Prov
reSs and responsibility.
While Philip has arisen from OBJ
security to pre-eminenoe and has be-
come king of his kind he has also de-
generated morally from an innocent
and guilelesS country OK into all arch
hypocrlte. The gruesome o ffices of a
hangman fade into insignificance when
compared with those of Philip.
His daily labor is to entice the inno-
cent cattle from their pens by his pc
cullar magnetism, and lead them in a
wild dash to their death. AS the driv-
efs swing open the gate of pen and
rush drove of frightened, trembling
steers out into the driveway, Phil gal
lops boldly up, and, swinging in ahead
OF the herd, assures his bewildered
country brothers that he is master Of
the situation; that he has come as their
deliver, and that if they will follow him
they will be browsing in clover fields
and drinking from springfield brooks
before the sun sets.
Inc unSuSpecting cattle instinctively
fall III line as soon as their eyes fall OH
the handsome and intrepid Philip. The
nerd troops away down the alleys, fol-
lowing closely every turn of their leader
as he lodges in and out among the
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 one
SIDE at the foot of the approach, and the
herd, carried on by its own impetus.
charges madly up the ascent and into
the waiting room of death. Philip has
sent another hundred of his kin to their
doom. The big gates close behind the
victims. and they are led into the
slaughter mill one by one, almost az
last as one can count them, to come out
fiayed. drawn and quartered for the
butchers block.
Philip knows no pity. no remorse.
HIS conscience is seered and callous.
AS he avoids the slaughter-pen by an
adrolt turn and sends his followers to
their death. he drops his head between
his knees and seems to chuckle with
ghoulish delight as he listens to the
clatter of his victims hoofs, as they
Chamber pell-mell up the fatal ''shoot.h
TO stay the butchers knife from his
own neck Philip has betrayed 100. 900
fellow creatures which looked to him
for guidance. Perhaps it as through
Difference to the consummate yillainy
of such beast as Philip that old
Boelzebub took to wearing cioven hoofs.