Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-01-07
REFINED TORTURE,
Hit Him When He 10 Down, for He Has No
Friends.


Slip, slap
tug at the reins-yank, haul, pull and jerk
No use; down he goes. broadside, with a snor
of fear and grunt Of pain.
The icy asphalt, when it starts in to be slip
perry, knows where it is at.
crowd at once gathers. A sympathetic lad.
in spectacies solicitously inquiries,
Whats the matter2'
''Only hoss down, mum" volunteers . by
stander.
Yes, that is all, only q horse down. Poe
creaturel Have you ever critically observed
this simple and familiar metropolitan sight
Mop There's lesson in IL.
There are always a dozen men ready to assis
in getting the fallen animal to bis feet.
The man with the faded ginger hat and an
tiquated coat grasps the horse by the ears
Hold his head down and he can't struggle tC
his feet. Keep him down at all hazards. The
ginger hat generally places one knee on the
animals head; sometimes it's both knees. Thi,
makes the ginger hat feel big In the ewes Of the
spectators. The harder the ginger hat car
press the poor brute's head into the unvieldlng
pavement the happier he feels. It's the horse
undernea tn and not the ginger hat. Grind his
eye nearest the pavement into the sharp icy
particles; put ii out il possible. If you succeed
in binding the beast the more credit to you.
The man with the leeward eye seIzes the
horse by the nose. Shut off his wind without
fail. This makes him struggle violently and az
fords the ginger hat golden opportunity to gel
in an extra grind on the horses eye and q pull
at the ears. The leeward eye also places his
knee on the nose and yanks the bit that the
ring will fav the corrugated roof of the horses
mouth down to smoothness. The horse doesn't
like this The owner doesn't care. horse
with a sore mouth eats less.
as mi he Il
Horses are not inconsiderate of polite attention
So the with the calico shirt jumps on the
animals hip, and, OF course, this grinds the
hair and skin off the under hip. But no matter
keep him down if 1t takes an army.
Horses under these circumstances seem to bt
unreasonable. The man with the game leg gett
in his work now. He's been waiting anxiously
in the crowd for the chance. The horse has raw
sore under the saddle. The man with the game
leg grasps the saddle with both hands, braces his
feet against the animals back, pulls and presses
and peels off the raw, sensitive flesh by the
square inch. The end Of the saddle ring ii
pushed through the hair padding and bore.
another hole on the other side Of the vertebra
And still the horse continues to struggled
All, now it is the drivers turn. He has beer
christening the harness and traces and all il
free.
''Stand clearr he shouts.
The ginger hat puts out the horses eye fol
good the calico shirt makes the bare hip bone
and pavement meet. the game leg pulls off an
extra chunk of raw flesh. while the leeward eye
causes the blood to run from the iacerated
mouth.
Whacki Whackl
1t wouldn't do. you know. to lot the horse
get up by his own unaided efforts. So, as the
torturers release their holds the driver brings
that cruel lash once. twice, thrice down upor
the ribs, that raise weits on the quivering flesh
as big as a mans finger.
Now he is up, nervous, trembling, excited
sore and lame. No matter, he is only horse
Who cares?