Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 March 1896 — STARVED, KILLED, AND PICKLED. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STARVED, KILLED, AND PICKLED.

Terrible Cruelty Meted Out to the Worn-Out Horae* of New York. Over in the wood* near Jamaica, L. L, many of the wornont horses of New York city are collected and killed. After a merciful death has overtaken the poor animals they are pickled and sent abroad to be eaten by human beings. According to facts which have jnst come to light an awful crime is committed against the animal before his poor bleeding flesh and his marrowless bones reach the pickling vat. Noble creatures that once pranced exnltingly up and down Fifth avenue, the pet, perchance, of charming, lovable women and their beautiful children, are treated with less consideration than is given the machines that chop them into sausage meat. So terrible and open has the negligence of the slaughter house men become that public officials have been forced to interfere and several arrests have been made. An officer of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals recently paid

a visit to the place. lie says: "If you have a soft place in your heart for horses don't go there. To say nothing of its being the nastiest place I ever saw, it was the cruelest. They had a drove of horses there waiting to be killed; some of them had been waiting two days, and without a thing to eat or a drop to drink. A few of them were in a shed, and the others were tied to trees near by. All of them were in the mud. Those in the shed had gnawed holes through it in several places, holes big enough for them to stick their heads out of, and, oh, the hungry look in their eyes. Those outside had gnawed the bark off the trees as high as they could reach. “Two skeletons had each an end of the same branch; neither was strong enough to pull it from the other, so they leaned together and chewed away, making believe. Some of the horses were lying down, and there they stayed. They hadn't the strength to get up. Perhaps they had frozen in the night before. The mud wns red with drippings from the slaughter house.”

WAITING TO BE KILLED.