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HE Cattle Show is a great institution. the words of the founder of the club. The club

The coming of the Christmas Annuals now offers prizes to the amount of £3,800 with is the first note of warning of the a view of encouraging early maturity in animals.

approach of Christmas Day, and the To an outsider sublimely ignorant of the coming of the fat beasts to Islington is the niceties of cattle breeding it is difficult to find second. I wonder if it is absolutely necessary the above objects of the Smithfield Club carried that an animal intended for the Christmas mar. out by the prize awards. Of course outsiders ket should be delivered at the Show in a condi. are always liable to make idiots of themselves tion which is not only an outrage on nature, but when they write or talk concerning matters of an outrage on humanity. Perhaps the idea is which they have no technical knowledge. And that the animals, by being converted into un. so in fear and trembling I humbly ask as an wieldy monstrosities who have the greatest ignorant outsider the following questions, . Do difficulty in breathing, become reconciled to abnormally fat animals make the best and death, and look to the slaughter-house for a cheapest meat ? Is a condition of body which merciful release from their tortures.

makes exercise almost impossible and breathing

a painful effort .early maturity'? “Looking at the poor bloated beasts, panting for breath, and being poked and prodded about Nothing will ever persuade me that abby every passer-by, I couldn't help wondering normally fat cattle are the fittest for human if there was much difference between the consumption, and if the Christmas Cattle Show cruelty of starving an animal to a skeleton, is not the means of bringing together the fittest, and the cruelty of feeding it up into a four- its raison d'etre-beyond the giving of prizes footed Daniel Lambert.

for monstrosities-is difficult to discover.

Some day common sense will step in and we “After watching the laboured breathing of shall have a Cattle Show in which the beasts beef and mutton and pork in a stage of out. exhibited will be symmetrical specimens of rageous obesity, it was quite a relief to me to health and condition, and not, as at present, find myself in a cool gallery in which were awful examples of how much can be crammed placarded announcements of a forthcoming into a beast without bursting its skin."Referee, sale of fruit trees. I forgot all the grossness December 13. of the acres of adiposity upon which I had been

[** Dagonet,” as nearly all English folk know, gazing, in a delicious dream of the fairest fruits of green gardens and golden orchards.

is our genial friend, Mr. Geo. R. Sims. We are On December 16th were to be sold 10,000 apple

glad he wrote the above because the obscuran. trees, 20,000 Lancashire Lad gooseberry trees,

tists will not dare to call so deservedly popular 40,000 Semper Fidelis raspberry trees, 20,000

a man and writer a “faddist” or “crank." Conover's colossal asparagus, and

But that is what we should have been called 10,000

had we written it. Monarch plum trees. Almost was I tempted

Anyway, we endorse it, when I gazed at that bill and remembered the

every word of it. And we are right glad that

the inimitable “ Dagonet takes neither his fat cattle to swear off butcher's meat for ever and end my days a vegetarian.

views of humanity nor his common sense from

the cattle breeders. Butchers tell us they do “ The Smithfield Club was established nearly

not want, and the public fight shy of these a hundred years ago-next year is its centenary

obese carcases. But the breeders still continue -'to supply the cattle markets and elsewhere

to send bloated cattle to market. The remedy with the cheapest and best meat.' Those are

is in the hands of the public. -Ed. A.F.)

-6.6.o 69.g. 66$.Humane Science.

organic, as man finds and feels his true On Tuesday, October 27th, at St. Martin's sympathetic relation to his fellow-beings and Town Hall, Mr. Edward Carpenter gave the to Nature. opening address in a course of lectures on

A Romance of Diamonds. Humane Science," arranged conjointly by the Leigh Browne Trust and the Humani- The Whitehall Review tells a pretty little tarian League. There was a very crowded story of a Parisian marchioness, a diamond attendance, a large number of persons being ring, and a kitten. The marchioness took unable to gain admission. The main con. off the ring at her dressmaker's, and could not tention of the lecturer was that Modern Science find it again. There was a great to-do. A short is an attempt to pursue the purely intellectual time afterwards a domestic disaster threa. view of things divorced from the emotional and tened in the workrooms of the dressmaker, for moral view, and that this is in the long run it was found that a favourite Angora kitten had impossible. It is a “ Method of Ignorance" suddenly become lame. The kitten was minutely in which the apparent exactitude of the results examined, when the ring was found round obtained depends on the limited scope of its hind leg which had grown inside it till the observation and the arbitrary selection of pressure on the bone had lamed the kitten. certain phenomena for study, while others are We are not told what happened to the kittenignored. The Rational and Humane Science which becomes the most interesting part of the of the future will be sounder and more story.



Edith Sarringtone
Dear Little Cousins, Jacky perched high so that his toes did

To-day I want to tell not get wet. Last of all came Bob, a you a story. It is wise old dog, who looked grave because called, “Who was the he had to see after so many beasts more thief?"

silly than himself. There was good bran Far away over the

in the stable for supper, and clean straw, blue sea, lived Bos, a big bull. He was on which little Jacky, too, had his bed. very kind to the cows, who were his wives ; Bos was glad enough to go in, but when it but he was not kind to anybody else. Why? came to tying him up while the cows were because nobody else was kind to him. Bulls

milked, it was a fine job to get the chain can't learn how to be kind except to those round his neck! The farmer and his men who are good to them. Boys and girls can.

were so much afraid of Bos that they did When Bos saw a man or boy coming he not like to come into his stable when he called out “ Boo-boo !” in a gruff voice,

was loose. And often he broke his chain stamped on the ground with his foot and

and got free even after they thought him shook his horns. Then, if he made then

sure, But Bos would stand quite still for run away Bos thought that great fun, and Jacky to slip the chain over his horns, tried next time to make them go faster. though if anybody else tried to do it he “ This is a great joke!” laughed Bos to played tricks and had often sent his master himself, when he had sent folk spinning Aying head over heels. over the fence,-but one cannot see when

There was a fine apple tree by the a bull laughs.

garden gate, and the farmer wished to Bos never had a friend in the world

save the ripe fruit for his own use. So he till a new cow-boy came, and his name

picked the apples and stored them between was Jacky. As he sat eating his dinner jayers of straw in a wooden box. This he under a tree, a slice of bread and an

put into the stable, but he forgot to lock apple, Bos came up to sniff at him and it. And one day when he went to get to shake his ears and stamp, for he apples for his wife to cook, lo ! and behold! wanted to see this two-legged thing run the straw was all tumbled about and the away like the rest. But Jacky sat still fruit gone, all but one lonely apple that munching his apple; he knew nothing yet lay at the bottom. about animals, only he could not guess

That night when Jacky came home why one great big cow should come out in with Bos and the cows the farmer met him this way from the rest to stare at him, so Bos came closer, he put out his black nose towards the apple. It smelt nice. Jacky bit off a piece for him, and then stroked the velvet face of Bos, it was the colour of fresh cream, and his eyes were very dark and soft.

From that day Bos was kind to somebody besides his wives. He loved Jacky, and when it was milking-time, and the cows must go home to their stable, he would give the cow-boy a nudge to say "come along." Then, when they had to cross

" Bos,” the river Bos looked over his shoulder till Jacky came and took hold of one horn with an angry face. “Get out, you young to swing himself up on the bull's back. thief !” he shouted; “Be off, before I lay The cows swam first, for Bos was polite to my stick about your back, you little goodall ladies; the bull came after with for-nothing!” It was of no use for Jacky

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to plead with tears that he had not touched “ It's a wonder to see ! ” whispered the one apple. They were gone, and as he women, peeping in at a chink. slept in the stable of course he had done In a minute more the chain was softly it in the dark night. How Jacky sobbed ! put over Bos's grand neck while he stood His father would beat him, and what he as still as a lamb, licking Jack's little cared for more, his mother would weep. brown hands. But before it was linked to His he was poor, and Jacky was proud the ring, Bos shoved out his neck towards to carry her his wages. Now he must go the wooden trunk under the manger. He to her in disgrace and with nothing. began to fumble at the lid, lifted it with his Sorrow and fear in his heart, he crept nose, and began to grope in the straw ! away, after flinging his arms once round A secret popped out ! the neck of Bos, and giving him a kiss. Bos was telling tales of himself. He His little sister met him at the door, the could not forget the last apple, left out of children clung to each other crying. reach that night when he had got his head

As soon as Jacky was gone, the farmer free and quietly feasted on the rest, having stole to Bos and tried to tie him up, but smelt a smell of apples hidden away. The the bull gave him a queer look from the women clapped their hands. corner of one eye which meant “ Touch me " Bos is the rogue !" they laughed. if you dare !” Again and again he Up strode the farmer, as soon as Bos was sneaked up to the bull, but no sooner did tied, and patted Jacky on the back. “ All the chain touch him, than with a roar Bos right,” he said, “ here's a week's wages to flung up his heels and dashed at his take home to your mother. You and Bos master. As good luck would have it, the must not part again, and I ask your pardon stable door stood open, out rushed the man for my blunder, little chap. ” and slammed it in the bull's face just in “Love is better than pitchforks, if you time. Then he ran to the yard calling to want to manage a bull, or any other body," his men “ The bull is loose !”

said the women, and the men began to “Get a pitchfork !” cried one.

think so too. “ Fetch a big club!” said another.

I hope you like the story. - Your loving "Loose the bulldog!"


Edith CARRINGTON. • Get me the poker!'

" The shovel, the rake, the hoe, a spade ! ” cried all the rest, and armed with

The Little Japs and the Birds. all these things they went back to the

“ How happy the life of a bird must be stable, the women coming along behind so

Flitting about in each leafy tree." that they might beg the men to take care

In quoting these lines by our poetess, Mrs. of themselves.

Hemans, I am reminded of the sadness exBut when Bos saw them all, he just perienced by seeing numbers of our sweet wild tossed his head, and rushed at the lot, birds, by cruel hands made captive, in wire caring no more for their pitchforks and cages, whose short existence is intended to be pokers than if they had been straws. “I'll

free as air. Sometimes they are brought

direct from their nest, regardless of the send some of you through the roof if you

mournful cries of the parent birds, who, ever don't look out!” he roared. And the men

watchful, often follow the poor little captives were only too glad to scuttle off and shut

and feed them in their cruel prison. In Japan the door.

children are rarely allowed to keep caged pets, " What's to be done now ? ” said they, and there is a pretty custom, which teaches looking at each other, “ The cows must be them that their gods have a tender care of the milked.”

order of creation. Old women, with ** Run for the little cow-boy,” said a

imprisoned birds, stand at the entrance of the

temple, and by giving a sen (a small copper woman.

coin) to one of them, a child on his way to The farmer growled, “I will not have

recite his prayers, is at liberty to ransom a the little rogue back again.”

feathered captive. The little ones take infinite But the women knew best, and so it was delight in watching the pretty creature in its not long before Jacky's small bare feet aërial flight of liberty, and this small act of pattered gladly enough back to Bos. kindness is supposed to incline their god He ran into the stable where the bull, in a

favourably towards the child. Oh ! little

English boy, will you not take a lesson from fine fury, was tearing at his manger because he could reach nothing better to

these poor heathen children, and protect these

sweet little songsters, remembering that not tear. Bos turned round, snuffed at the

a sparrow falls to the ground without the ragged jacket, and then cuddled his nose knowledge of our Father in Heaven? against Jacky's cheek.


Selections from the post Bag.



A Cow's Fidelity.

finally he was whiter than when washed, for it BOUT two weeks ago, on a quiet Sunday

was a natural cleanness. safternoon Langlaggte, several

From that time to his death, six years after, familiewere enjoying the fresh air on

soap never came near his silky coat. He died their stolps.

in his twenty-fourth year-very old for a dogThey were soon disturbed by a great noise of

but retaining his eyesight to the last, and the

skin not offensive. I have since known other dogs fighting. One Ary van Bart, a youth about fourteen years of age, who was attending

dogs who have been treated in the same way, to two cows, seeing one poor aged dog being

I shall indeed be pleased if these remarks badly bitten, ran to rescue it.

cause your readers to desist from the practice. The one cow seeing her young master

Think of the suffering the dog will escape, and

the trouble its owner will avoid ! among these fighting dogs, evidently thought

E. WATTS PHILLIPS. that they were attacking him. She rushed in amongst these dogs, bellowing at a fearful rate. She had her tail curled up in the air,

An Appeal. and her tongue hanging out. She did seem in LLOW me to draw attention to the a dreadful rage. She trampled on the dogs,

claims of a Society, which is doing separating them all. In turn she chased each

a double work of which all humane growling dog in a different direction.

persons must approve. Then she went meekly back to her master, The “ Home” for “Strays " has been the seeming to say, “Never mind, my little master,

means of saving thousands of deserted but they will not tackle you again."

sensitive animals from a life of misery, followed OLIVE M. Rubidge MORKEL.

by death through neglect, ill-treatment and [This was written for us by the sister of one starvation. That the prevention of street of our young friends and readers in Cape cruelty, lately undertaken by the Society, Colony, and forwarded by our Natal corres- is also much needed in the district is pondent.-ED. A. F.)

shown by the fact that, at starting, the Society's inspector had occasion, within one

hour, to stop twelve horses, all more or less Don't Wash your Dogs.

lame or otherwise suffering and unfit for work. AY I call the attention of the readers of

The Society's operations are conducted with the Animals' Friend to the wrong doing

the greatest economy. The building and land in washing dogs otherwise than by a

are freehold property held in trust for the good swim in pure water ? Soap is an abom

Society, and there are no charges for manage. ination, serving to do the reverse of what is

ment, except only the Inspector's salary. Sub

scribers can thus rest assured that their money intended, namely, to keep the animals clean ; while, according to many vets, it materially

will be spent directly for the benefit of the

animals. injures the eyesight. You have only to watch a dog being washed to believe that. Doesn't

Funds are much needed, and it is earnestly every dog dislike the soap bath? Why? Their

hoped that you will kindly extend your help to reason tells them it is wrong.

the animals who are so intimately connected During all my life I have had a dog com

with the necessities and pleasures of our daily

lives. panion, sometimes two, and until several years ago always had them washed weekly. But I

I am, yours faithfully,

ERNEST BELL, Treasurer. then chanced to read an article by one well

West London Society P.C.A., and Home for versed in the subject, condemning the practice in toto. It went to prove that the soap made

Lost or Starving Cats and Dogs, the hair rough and coarse, therefore it collected

College Park, Harrow Road, London, N.W. and retained dirt, while the animal would never try to keep itself clean, because of the taste of

Saved by his Horse. the soap. The dog is the only animal which is

SEND you a cutting from a Scotch so washed, and he is always requiring it. Look

paper of a day or two ago, at horses, cats, rabbits from their burrows, the

Yours faithfully, wild animals-even mice, how clean, smooth

A. E. JACOB, and satiny are their hair and fur.

Captain Indian Staff Corps. The arguments of the article appeared to

St. Andrew's, N.B., me so excellent that I resolved to make the

23rd November, 1896. experiment. I had just lost a dear old doggie A graphic narrative is told in the Vatal who had gone quite blind, and at the same time Aitvertiser, by Surgeon-Captain Grey, one of possessed an Italian spaniel, quite white, save the officers who served in Rhodesia. In the for fawn ears, and long haired. I stopped attack on Mashangombi's the horses began to having him washed. For the first week or drop, and soon thirteen lay on the ground, and fortnight he was a sweep, but I persevered, it looked as if the men would all be killed. and soon there was a wonderful change. The Evidently Captain Turner thought so, for he hair got clean and white, then silky and glossy, virtually gave the order, Sauve qui peut, telling



every man to fight the best he could for his passage or two from the late Mr. Wood's own hand. But though the horses continued admirable work entitled “Horse and Man." to fall, the men escaped. Dr. Grey, to use his “ What does docking mean? It is taking own words ' led towards the way out under a off several joints of the tail, and then searing raking fire at a gallop, and was closely followed the bleeding stump with a hot iron. Can any. by the troop.

Very soon, however, I fell from one imagine this torture applied to his finger, the saddle, struck with a bullet from an elephant rendering it for ever less useful than Nature gun about 500 yards off. The bullet struck me intended, and deliberately approve of its being on the top of the thigh bone, breaking a vein, inficted on a helpless animal to gratify a and otherwise wounding me. My horse was passing fashion ? It is wonderful how the carried on at full speed with the rear guard, ever-changing fashion of the day perverts the which rushed at desperate speed to clear the judgment and blunts the feelings. But the pocket-like entrance of the drift, where the frightful and unnatural appearance of many natives were rallying in the hope of killing us. horses' tails, stiffened out or sticking up, As I lay on the grass, bleeding profusely, I makes one fear that the still more horrible looked up and saw two natives aiming at me at process of nicking' is in vogue now as it a distance of about forty feet. At the same was some seventy years ago.'

Mr. Wood moment I saw my horse come thundering back thus describes it :-“ After several vertebræ from the drift. It suddenly stopped and came have been cut off in the docking, the remaining and stood over

vertebræ are cut my prostrate

partially through body covering me

on the under side. from the firing,

This is for the and at the same

purpose of sever. time making a

ing the rather peculiar noise

powerful tendon through its nos.

which pulls the trils. I thought it

tail down ; lest the had been woun.

wounds should be ded, and that with

healed in the orthe pain, noise,

dinary and confusion it

and so give the had gone mad.

animal a chance This notion, how

of lowering its ever, was soon

tail, it is turned dispelled, for it

the wrong continued to

way, and fastened stand over me in

securely by a cord a kneeling pos:

to the ceiling. ture, and I could

Any reader who see that the faith

has suffered from ful animal had

a cut finger may come back to pro

form some idea of tect me.

the agony which remark here that

the horse must this horse, which

endure while I myself selected,

these wounds are I made a pet of. "A HAPPY New YEAR TO YOU."

being healed." The assegais is 18 years old, an unclipped and esteemed servant, the

Mr. Watts, from the ap:

property of the Rev. T. Perkins, M.A., F.R.A.S., Rector of Turnworth, R..A., wrote re. proaching Blandford, Dorset.

cently in the tives were now beginning to fly around me, Standard on the artistic side of the ques. and thinking if I could reach my horse's tion :-" There is degraded want of taste in back I should be shot, which was preferable to destroying, in the horse, the harmonious balance being assegaied, I seized the reins, put my of Nature's arrangement, the somewhat heavy right foot in the stirrup, and made a supreme head of the beautiful animal being balanced by effort to mount. And I was successful; but the tail, which naturally should have considerhow I did it I do not know, for my left side able volume. Setting aside the disgusting was entirely paralyzed. On finding myself in cruelty, this want of taste, which can prefer the saddle, I called “Go' to my horse, which to see the noble animal changed by the darted like an arrow towards the exit from the destruction of the fine appendage into a thing drist.” The captain adds that the horse was that resembles the stump of a worn-out broom an old pet of his, and had always been made - made to resemble a pig or a tapir-is very much of.

lamentable, when found among the classes that can boast of education and refinement. The

cruelty is barbarous in those who practise it, Docking the Tail of the Horse,

infinitely degrading in those who encourage it S I believe the real nature of this from so mean a motive as fashion ; only not

barbarous custom is not known to the contemptible because so much worse."
public generally, kindly let me quote a

M. C. S.



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