New-York tribune., 1909-06-27

ing. This means suffering and it is unnecessary
The spending of very little extra money. two
three cents carcass perhaps. and probably less.
would pay for the fitting each head of ap-
paratus that would make the death blow abso-
lutely certain.
Study of the animals as they go to their death
would disturb the calm belief Of the individual
who thinks that animal has soul. real
life, no thought. 1t is true that great majority
of the animals die stupidity and without resistance.
Among the swine, whose shrll squealings answer
the cracking whip and the upward turn of the
fatal wheel, there appears to be- fortunately little
or no conception of what death and danger mean.
1t is not always so. One day the harmony Of the
killing bed" was vastly disturbed by one small
black pig. Huge creatures. double the black pigs
size walking through the door. resisting only
feeby the chains put around their hind
legs and they were jerked up TO death. This little
black pig had other IDEAS another character. No
hero in human life ever fought more desperately
for his life than did that small creature As soon
he entered the fatal pen he dashed at the man
in charge. flew at his legs. drove him out Of the
pen, finally climbed up over the backs of the other
swine, jumped of the pen himself and dashed
at the man with the long knife. who was engaged
in sticking the pigs as they came toward MIN
hanging head downward. Half a dozen men com
bined succeeded in killing this rebellious, anarchlstc
disturber of the packing house peace and they
killed him in not at ali scientific manner II
human being had made so plucky fight for his life
against such odds he would be talked of with ad-
miration.
The stockyard butchers men that should know,
are firmly convinced that the different animals that
come up to them for killing different IN cnar-
acter as human beings Fortunately, however,
they all agreed that not animal in ten thou
sand has any idea of his coming fate. Death is
surprise them ALL and therefore practically pain
less.
Amid all this lowing, squealng and struggling
there arises constantly the thought: What becomes
of the life in those animals? What becomes of that
consciousness which has animated them, protected
them and directed them? In what way is It diff
ferent from the consciousness within the two-legged
animal that stands there covered with blood from
head to foot stabbng relentlessly each living Great
1t before him?
We know what becomes of the animals bodies.
The tenderloin goes the rich mans house the
Bhinbone to the poor man. the head to the immi-
grant from certain foreign lands; the tongue pre-
pared with spices, is sent often far away to India.
The hide is made into boots chaufeurs' coats. har-
ness. The bones up into buttons that fasten
ish little things upon which babies chew when their
teeth coming a part of the body makes pep
sin for those that lack digestion, and the ndigest
BILE parts go to those that later need the pepsn.
In all directions the bodies are scattered, but
what becomes of the nine million of lives the
nine millions OF separate consciousness that Ar
mour scatters into space every year. as he feeds
the millions OF thinking meat-eating anmals?-
Arthur Brisbane, in The Cosmopolitan.