The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-12-10

right spot, dost think so. brother
horsey?"
And behind the wagon to which the
biDed beast of burden is chained to-
gether with the sorriest of iades roams
and runs and struggles on crutches
when necessary a multitude Of yelp-
ing, bowling, screaming and whistling
people. Some laugh, others sing, still
others grunt with satisfaction and do
their utmost to incitT the buTly Tuhan
on the wagon to greater cruelty. They
don't Ike the mOnotonous sing-song
OF his Whip-one lash for me horse. an
other for the wOman-they ClamOr for
crescendO! Slow music doesn't please
them, for the muTderOus instincts Of
Jne days when they lived in trees are
once more uppermost in their hearts.
The thirst for blood. ] am ashamed
20 say. seems to animate particularly
boys and young girls. To them the
tragedy Is as good as a show. Every
now and then some lad or girl runs
up to the bleeding woman to vomit
words Of contempt or hatred threats
and reprOaches into her scared face.
Inere are women in the procession.
and they couldn't run faster, couldn't
stick closer. if. new hat or frock
vas the prize. Their faces are red
With excitement, while their eyes
sleam with malice.
Men, too. They don't quite agree with
the gorilla, but possess neither. sense
II Justice nor chivalry, nor fair play
enough 70 make them interfere. They
content themselves with abusing and
yilifying the owner Of wagon. steed
and woman; call him the ilthiest
names in our. or any other. language
fhey might as wen propose to can
onize him Tor all he cares. Now and
again he turns upon his wordy antag-
0nlsts and laughs, opening his mouth
Fl further and showing his teeth
still more.
AFTER that he lets the knout fy with
double impetus. the lash rends the
air with a WhiZ and buZz-the horse
has nothing to fear this time. The
lail-spiked strap of raw leather
wraps itself around the wOman's ouiv-
ering shoulders. catches under her
arms, All, such a cry of agony as I
Heard. 1 couldn't forget it in a thou
sand years. And the blood sDurts on
the white blouse Of her tOrturer.
OF the multitude of witnesses the
Door little horse alone seems to re-
coil at such savageness. He haIts
md il looks for a moment as If he
would refuse 10 go on. But a terrific
blow with the butt end of the whip
ilSSipateS the thoughts of protest
hat might iinger in his animal brain
The horse proceeds, forcing the wom-
an to drag still further along on
The persmbulant whipping post.
ooked at the horse. AS he passed
ne shook his head, and I know he was
saying to himself: What a disgrace to
he an animal. which the biped race may
'orce to participate in any crime IT may
.Onceive of.
And then I looked at the heavens
the armament was clear and blue and
serene, not a cloud anywhere, not a
shadow Of a cloud And Sol, too. looked
on unblushingly.
8 8 8
I repeat, the above is gospel truth.
mOre's the PITY I witnessed the
scene myself, sitting at the window
If hut while illness paralyzed my
limbs. They call it The Show-and It
is q popular amusement thereabOuts
hallOwed by tradition. The state winks
at It, the church closes its eyes against
il.
A husband who discovers his wife's
unfaithfulnes may yoke her with his
cattle for twenty miles and lash her as
much as his cattle. If he exceeds the
run by a yard only, or if he does not
divide the punishment equally between
woman and beast, he is liable to arrest
and a fine Of Is cOpecks, the value OF
a half pint of schnapps.