"The Chicago stockyards are the nation's doorstep for bovine
foundlings. New-born calves are a drug on the market there, owing
to abuses in the shipping business which we won't just now take
time to discuss, to say nothing about curing 'em. What is done with
'em is a mystery which may be solved some day; but that they perish
in some miserable way is certain. Two carloads of them must perish
on the Rosebud instead of in Packingtown--in the Sioux soup
kettles, instead of the rendering tanks, if you can keep them alive
to reach Chamberlain--and I have great confidence in your ability
to perform this task imposed upon you by the carelessness of
Senator Whaley's men either at Washington or at the range. I have
heard that one or two raw eggs per day per calf will preserve them,
and it looks reasonable. Smith and Jones will have them ready
loaded for you for the next fast freight west. I hope you'll enjoy
your trip!"
Well, you may have listened to the plaintive beller of a single caff at
weanin' time, 'r perhaps to the symferny that emanates from the pen of
three 'r four. Furder'n this the experience of most don't go. Hence, I
don't hope to give yeh any idee of the sound that eckered over northern
Illinois from them two cars o' motherless waifs. The cry of the orphan
smote the air in a kind of endless chain o' noise that at two blocks off
sounded like a chorus of steam calliopes practicin' holts at about
middle C. Nothin' like it had ever been heared of or done in Chicago,
an' stockmen, an' reporters, an' sight-seers swarmed around wantin' to
know what I was a-goin' to do with the foundlin's--an' I wa'nt in any
position to be interviewed, with the Chicago papers due in Chamberlain
before I was. I'd 'ave had a dozen scraps if it hadn't been f'r the
fear of bein' arrested. But with the beef issue comin' on a-pacin', I
had to pass up luxuries involvin' delay. I sot in the caboose, an object
of the prurient curiosity of the train-crew ontil we got to Elgin 'r
som'eres out there, where I contracted eight cases of eggs an' one of
nervous prostration.
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