Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1896-09-23
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CCDla uSOls hIo pIcsuuiOco agakas4 She flesh of the hog SCien. tiio men hint of bacteria; physicians pronounoe against pork, and dis Cr1minating fathers and mothers de- bar it from their tables. Down south, however, no such prejudices obtain. There 1t k still the custom to est liberally of hackbsne stew, bog $ head cheese, souscd pigs feet, scrap pie. brain souflie and other delecta- blo dishes, with a reckless disregard cf consequenccs. Yards and yards of'lmked black buildings and saa- sages are prepared and eaten there, and the people pronounce them good. Rows on rows of sides, hams and shoulders are swung from the raft CTS of dim smokehOuSes, there to be cured with the wholesome fumes of a carefully tended cornoob fre, al. ternately burning and smoldering. in accordance with the undertaking rules.
 Hog killing on the plantation is ans event attended with cereDonJ and excitement Even housewives arrange their social engagements with reference TO it's demands.
 We can't come next week be- cause We are going to kill, soft voiced matron will say.
 n may thaw and you cant kill. VI somebody suggests. but the mistross shakes her head, centending that is Is the right time of the moon, and al will Do well.
 The excitement begins in the kitchen when the aged pig sticker, imbued with a sense of the tnpor tancs of his office, goes to interview the cook as to the particular knives paih and dishpSns she can spare fos an indehDSte time. In the beginning she tells him that she eesn't spare any, and In Ae e8d she let's him havo everything he wants, but ho acquires s6oA article with distinct struggle SRd after promise tO bEing it back when he is done with 1t, H premise which she knows of old he VIII not fulfill. Possessed of the murderous weapons, he is ready for the killing.
 A veil may be drawn over the ex- ecutioa and the attendant ceremO- nies. The next saE brings with K moro excitement. The scene is the same corHer of ths yard. The saul sage grinder Is got oEt, scrubbed uI and screwed down firmly to the big deal table, where stFoRg black arms are covering tho fSt from rhe lean. pink meat, carving it into le1g strips, and cutting its'Nhise Vulpi. ness into smooth, equal squares, b be rendered into lard. The long han dled suffer. black and shining, z set up on a stand sf tes own, and ( round faced maid and experienced maumer are appointed to maHipu- late t, the mistress superintendin; the delicate task of seasoning.
 The big black pot is filed with bubbling squares of whise- and a thick waisted, handkerchief turhar. cd negroes stands near, armed with 8 big strainer 70 drain of the lard and preserve the precious Cracklings. The sable high priest who shed so much blood at tho killing is again on hand, bis head bound up in np- proved fashion and his hands busy EcrapiHg the pink toed feet. There are more pairs of feet awaiting his hands, besides the heads Go be pre- pared for the scrapple and cheeee.
 Somebody run and git me hand tul ob turnips Outen de patch; dis Tere chine will make fine stew, says the cook, and then she picks cut some of the sparerihs for S-oil- ng and tells the old swineherd to hurry up with the feet so sho will pot have to bo the whole afternoon over them.
 II dunno how 'tIS, but we never zee none ob. dem big calabash gourd nowadays, like we used to havo for packin down lard. It pears liko de seed must a run cut observes the woman at the sausage stuffer.
 We'll de'pcople all buy tin cna and jr and tfngs. speRdin dere money like it wasn't hsPd to git; dAtSmake de Lord stop dem big goSrd frsm growth, says tho pig stiekeE.
 "Dst's list where you're right Mr.- Bsasely," says the. cracking strainer. "Dey even buys broom outsn de store when de tall broom grass jist a-wsvin at 'sm in de field eich fool ways is ruinstfon to nig. gers. Kew York Sun.