Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-10-13
LEADS THEM TO SLAUGHTER.
A Bull Used to Decoy Cattle from Thei1
 Pens at a Packing-HOuse.

A Bull Used to Decoy Cattle from Their
 Pens at a PacIxing-House.
 "Come, Phil"
 A handsome eighteen-hundred- specimen of the bovine species which has been moping lazily along the drives way bricks up his ears in quick re- sponse to the call and trots up to his master with a promptness that would be commendable even in pet dog. The call came from Head Driver Mur- phy, or one of his assistants, and Philip knows well 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 ''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 PhiPs 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- planation that the steer was honored with the name of his noted owner in order to give the animal a 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 hangman fade into insignificance 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 a pen and rush a drove 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 situations; that he has come as their delivcrer, and that if they will follow him they will be browsing in clover fields and drinking from spring-fed brooks before the sun sets.
 The unsuspecting cattle instinctive1y 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 dodges in 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 stam- pede. 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 his victims and they are led into the slaughter-mill one by one, almost as fast as one can count them, to come out flayed, drawn and quar- tered for the butchers block.
 Philip knows no pity, no remorse. His conscience is seered and callous. As he avoids the slaughter-pen by an adroit turn and sends his followers on to their death he drops his head between his knees, and seems to chucl1le with ghoul- ish delight as he listens to the chatter of his victims hoofs as they chamber pcll-mell up the fatal "shoot."
 To stay the butchers knife from his own neck Philip has betrayed one hun drcd thousand fellow-creatures which | looked to him for guidance. Perhaps it was through deference to the consum- mate villainy of such beast as Philip | that old Beelzebub took to wearing | :loven hoofs.-Chicago Times.