"Up we goes. Abaout a hundred greasy fellers were a hacken on 'em up. By golly, it was deth to particular people the way the fat and grease _flew!_ Two _whacks_--fore and aft, as Uncle Jeems used to say--split the hog; one whack, by a greasy feller with an everlasting chunk of sharpened iron, and the hog was quartered--grabbed and carried off to another block, and then a set of savagerous-lookin' chaps layed to and cut and skirted around;--hams and shoulders were going one way, sides and middlins another way; wall, I'm screwed if the hull room didn't 'pear to be full of flying pork--in hams, sides, scraps and greasy fellers--rippin' and a tearin'! Daown in another place they were saltin' and packin' away, like sin! Daown in the other place they were frying aout the lard--fillin' barrels, from a regular river of fat, coming aout of the everlastin' biggest bilers yeou ever did see, I vow! Now, I asked the feller if sich hurryin' a hog through a course of spraouts helped the pork any, and he said it didn't make any difference, he s'pected. He said they were not hurryin' then, but if I would come in, some day, when 'steam was up,' he'd show me quick work in the pork business--knock daown, drag aout, scrape, cut up, and have the hog in the barrel _before he got through squealin'!_ "Hello! Say!--'Squire, gone?" The old gent was--_gone_; the _last brick_ hit him! German Caution Some ten years since, an old Dutchman purchased in the vicinity of Brooklyn, a snug little farm for nine thousand dollars. Last week, a lot of land speculators called on him to "buy him out." On asking his price, he said he would take "sixty tousand dollars--no less." "And how much may remain on bond and mortgage?" "Nine tousand dollars." "And why not more," replied the would-be purchasers. "Because der tam place ain't worth any more." Ain't that Dutch. Ben. McConachy's Great Dog Sell.