SCAVENGERS OF THE SOUTH 



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BLACK VULTURES. "THE FENCES OF THE SLAUGHTER-PENS WERE 

 FAIRLY BLACK WITH THEM " 



Stalk about with dignified air as though they owned every- 

 thing and were indeed Charleston's leading citizens. 



But the great place to see the sport is at the city dump and 

 slaughter-pens, out in the suburbs. One afternoon, carrying 

 a big reflex camera, and with a young lady cousin, I took 

 a trolley, and told the conductor to let us off at the citv dump. 

 The look of incredulity and scorn in the man's face was 

 something that nearly convulsed me with laughter. He 

 merely gave me a surly grunt, and when we reached what 

 was evidently the place, made no motion to stop. He finally 

 had to, and we got out with great deliberation and dignity, 

 the passengers all craning their necks to take in this new 

 wonder. Perhaps they thought I was a Federal inspector 

 investigating the sanitation of their city — or an escaped 

 lunatic. 



Modern methods of destroying garbage are not considered 

 necessary in these favored quarters of the globe. The buz- 



