The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-02-13

carry an injunction to so far regard the
lives Of animals as not to wantonly
sacrifice them?
In a Leading religious paper OF late
date is a very interesting article en-
titled, Vacation Vagrancy.H It appears
that the people had gathered from far
and near to q Decoration day celebra-
ton and after tie formal services were
concluded. betook themselves to pleas
ure seeking. The writer then says:
we went to the lake. a whole train
load OF us. The leader OF Bap-
list contingent had engaged boats by
telephone a few days before. Many
who had not been so thoughtful had no
access that afternoon to the sea of
glass mingled with fire.
THAT was my first lesson. Shall II
be SO up there before the Great White
Throne?' Every duty done now is an
order for a divine delight then. Every
dalliance now means a deprivation
then. We are forever sending ahead of
us the specifications for our great day
OF rest, 1yErt @
I'VE shall not soon forget the rest
fulness OF that AFTERNOON. The splen-
did fishing, so abundant as to compel
the most awkward angler TO catch his
quota OF ~croppies. pearch and sunfish."
These good folks were only thoaght-
less--and they represent the large ma
JOrity OF US. But frankly, cooking at
II apart from the ~exhilaration Of q fish
Ing excursion with pleasant company,
does 1t not seem i~ncongruous to think
OF appearing before the Great White
Throne" in the presence OF that God
without whose loving care no spar
row ome to the earth. and then at
once dashing into a delightful descrip-
ton Of a "~dAlliance," the pleasure OF
which consists largely in the numbering
OF Gods innocent creatures? The fault
Is not with the ingenious writer, but
with ourselves that the facts so easily
lend themselves to relations OF h
kind. V KIP. @n' $50, ID
When the fish or other creatures are
taken for food !" IL very different, but
the character Of such a company as
that described and probably the quail
ity OF the Ash indicate that the angling
was sport--pastime.
1t is argued by many that fish do not
feel pain. Even were this r we have
no right to wantonly deprive them OF
the life which is certainly pleasure. !
! have known men, n women too, take
speckled beauties from the brook and
throw them up OF the bank to see the
rainbow Sints upon the scales as the
fish struggle in expiring agony! Bryon
says: 'u... .na 49," -
Parting day "
Dies like a dolphin whom each pang
Imbues with a new color as 1t gasps
The last still loveliest till It's gone,
Ard all is grey" fL,'
II cannot be p~redicated of FISH that
they do not suffer, and they may well
cry out as Shylock did to the Chris
tians. IF you prick us. do we not
bleed?" $3.50. .
IAN inadvertent step may crush the
anail
That crawls at evening in the public
path, a "
But he that has humanity forewarned,
Will tread aside and let the reptile
But what shall we say of those who
In sheer wantonness tread aside" from
their way and take pleasure In depriv-
ing harmless creatures OF life2
Ia It not a relic of barbarism-of
savagery-akin to that detestably
derous disposition which leaves the
bones Of the last buffalo whitening
upon the plain, which rounds up q
Ipromiscuous lot OF wild animals, ana,
while the poor creatures are trembling
with fright, shoots them down In cold
blood, which despoils the waters OF
their beauty and the woods or their
song, and is unhappy unless engaged In
killing something?
What a fine spirit is that which a
III GApI CeRlOD III IS
II would not enter on my list OK friends
Though graced with polished manners
and f1ne SENSE .
Yet wanting sensibility-the man
Who needlessly sets foot upo a worm
One Of Great Britain's foremost
statesmen, having. e a poy. oeen
presented with a CUR, his father took
him into the copse to shoot something.
The boy carried his gun at the ready"
and the father soon said, There's a
partridge-shoot," and bang went the
shot. The bird fell but was not killed,
and as the boy went up, 1t fiuttered
through the grass to its nest where her
chicks-just about fedged-saw their
poor mother put her breast against the.
side of the "wee bit housie" and give
up her life. Throwing the gun down,
the boy, with tears in his eyes, turned
To his father and vowed that he would
never shoot again.