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Excerpt from The Herald of the Golden Age, Vol. 8: September, 1903
I noticed the drovers did not strike the animals, they probed them with their sticks, which had short spikes in the end of them they being limited to time, and the slaughter men, like Oliver Twist, calling out for more, the men have got to use the quickest means to perform their tasks.
I then went down a dismal covered roadway under the buildings, leading to the' slaughter-houses. Each slaughter-house has got two doorways at either end of it; at the opposite end to that where I was standing were the two doorways that led into the pens in which the bullocks were standing. No doors were needed to prevent the animals from entering the slaughter-house, if. There were any they were not used, the poor victims are allowed to stand and watch all that is gozng on, the poleaxing, skinning, and disembowelling of their fellow-victims. Boys and youths are employed to sweep up and wash down, and in some cases the blood is swept between the legs of the live animals that are waiting their fate.
The slaughterman in one house dealt with one animal that gave a lot of trouble; they had to stand clear of his legs, they could not get his head close enough to the ring, so that when the poleaxe struck, it hit the wrong place; three insertions were made before the animal fell, the man was then quick enough to make another blow at the right spot and all was over, then the usual cane was pushed into the brain.
I got into conversation with a young man who was not working that day, he showed me round the rest of the yard where they were knocking a lot more down. I visited one of the Hebrew slaughter-houses and saw a bullock thrown, legs fastened to wall, head drawn back, and in that position the animal was kept until the Rabbi chose to come along and cut its throat, no one else daring to do it. The bullock was a long time dying and moaning.
We then went to view where was more daylight and saw sheep being killed and dressed, the sheep are driven into the slaughter-house pen, it is a square with a low brick wall to it; only when the pen is full can the live ones see what is going on, of course they can smell the blood.
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