The Banner-Democrat., 1892-12-03
LEADS THEM TO SLAUGHTER.
4 Bull Used to Deooy Cattle from Thela
Pens At Packing House.

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"Come, Phil" M
A handsome eighteen-hundred- pound
specimen of the bovine species which
has been moping lazily along the drive
way pricks up his ears in quick re-
sponse to the call and trots upsto his
master with promptness that would
be commendable even in q pet dog.
The call came from Head Driver Muir.
ply, 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
alley in the direction Of section f. :"
The motion of the drivers hand is
superfuous, however. for Philip knows
as well as anybody where ''F' is, and
he gallops off up the narrow driveway
more like an educated canine than the
huge, lazy steer that he is.
There is an interesting coincidence in
connection with big Phil's history. His
name, unbridged, is Philip d. Armour.
This also the name of the proprietor OF
the packing-house at which the cloven-
footed Philip is an important function
ary. Driver Murphy, however. blunts
the point of the coincidence by his ex.
PLANTATION that the steer was honored
with the name of his noted owner in
order to give the animal due appre-
citation of his extraordinary prowess
and responsibility.
While Philip has risen from obscurity
to pre-eminence, and has become the
king of his kline, he has also degenerat.
ed morally from an innocent and guile.
less country OK into an arch-hypocrite.
The gruesome offices of a hangman fade
into insignifcance when compared with
those of Philip.
His daily labor is to entice the in
nocent cattle from their pens by his
peculiar magnetism, and lead them in
a wild dash to their death. As the
drivers swing open the gate of pen
and rush drove frightened, trembling
steers out into the driveway, Phil gal
lops boldly mp, 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
delivercr. and that If they wih follow
him they will be browsing in clover
fields and drinking from springfield
brooks before the sun sets.
The unsuspecting cattle instinctively
fall in line as soon as their eyes fall on
the handsome and intrepid Philip. The
herd troops away down the alleys, fol-
lowing closely every turn of their
leader as he lodges in and out among
wagons and sheds and heads straight
for the broad 'sshoot" which leads up tc
the capacious slaughter-pen. When
Phil approaches the Shoots he has
urged his followers into . mad STAN.
pede. Quick as fash 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 his victims and they are
led into the slaughter-mill one by one
almost as fast as one can count them
to come out fayed, drawn and quar-
tered for the butchers block.
Philip knows no pity, no remorse. His
conscience is seered and callous. As hi
avoids the slaughter-pen by an adroii
turn and sends his followers on to thei1
death he drops his head between hi
knees, and seems to chuclkle with ghoul
ish delight as he listens to the clattel
Of his victims hoofs as they chamber
pcll-mell up the fatal shoot
| To stay the butchers knife from hi
own neck Philip has betrayed one hun
dred thousand fellow-creatures which
looked to him for guidance. Perhaps i
was through Difference to the consum
mate villainy of such beast as Philir
that old Beelzebub took to wearing
cloven hoofs. Chicago Times.