That's why all of our stock
goes to Hoytville, and small country places. Oh, those big cities are
awful places, Laura. It seems to me that it makes people wicked to
huddle them together. I'd rather live in a desert than a city. There's
Ch--o. Every night since I've been there I pray to the Lord either to
change the hearts of some of the wicked people in it, or to destroy them
off the face of the earth. You know three years ago I got run down, and
your uncle said I'd got to have a change, so he sent me off to my
brother's in Ch--o. I stayed and enjoyed myself pretty well, for it is a
wonderful city, till one day some Western men came in, who had been
visiting the slaughter houses outside the city. I sat and listened to
their talk, and it seemed to me that I was hearing the description of a
great battle. These men were cattle dealers, and had been sending stock
to Ch--o, and they were furious that men, in their rage for wealth,
would so utterly ignore and trample on all decent and humane feelings as
to torture animals as the Ch--o men were doing.
"It is too dreadful to repeat the sights they saw. I listened till they
were describing Texan steers kicking in agony under the torture that was
practised, and then I gave a loud scream, and fainted dead away.
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