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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 city 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- 
