266 OLEOMARGARINE. 



Mr. SCHELL. That is right. We will call attention to the cows you 

 have all seen. 



Senator MONEY. They have the hollow tail, too. They are both 

 recognized diseases. 



Mr. JELKE. Dickens speaks of the cow with the iron tail. [Laughter.] 



Senator MONEY. Then we have some with the hollow belly. That is 

 what is the matter with most of them. 



Mr. SCHELL. That is what is the matter with most of the cows with 

 the hollow horn, too, and the cows with the running sores on them 

 the cows, as described by the novelist, with the ends of their tails rot- 

 ting off, switching during the milking process. God only knows what 

 we are getting from that pail of milk. 



We will also refer to the churn the children who work the churn 

 dasher, the cats and chickens and toads and roaches about the milk 

 house or spring house. A gentleman was telling me the other day 

 what he claimed to be a true instance about a poor family of tenants, 

 in which the supply of wooden ware was limited, and they used the 

 churn between churning days for the purpose of soaking the baby's 

 clothes, and then on churning days they scoured it out and got the 

 butter ready for the market. 



Senator DOLLIVER. Did you believe that story! 



Mr. SCHELL. 1 can readily believe it. 



Mr. KNIGHT. And you want to imitate that butter? 



Mr. SCHELL. No ; we do not want to imitate that butter. We do not 

 want to imitate any butter. 



Now; we will follow this product. We will go with the farmer's wife 

 to the country stores, or we will be there when she arrives. We will 

 see her trading it in for what she can get 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 cents a pound. 

 We will see the grocer's clerk, before he puts it away, perhaps, run a 

 case knife through it to see how many hairs it contains, and see the 

 case knife come out with the hair adhering to it. And in order to get 

 a better price by preventing the same discovery, when he sends it to 

 his market the merchant at the railroad town we will see him have 

 that butter worked over and some of those hairs taken out. But of 

 course he can not remove the filth, about which our Philadelphia friend 

 was speaking the other day, unless he has a renovating factory, which 

 he usually does not possess. 



We will see what she gets for it. Usually the trade is divided up 

 into tobacco and snuff, New Orleans molasses, brown sugar, a little 

 calico, etc. Speaking of snuff, we will go back and see this same 

 woman at the churn, driving the children away to see why the butter 

 does not come, with a snuff brush in her mouth. We will see her pour 

 in a little hot water around the churn-dasher, and a little cold water, 

 and sometimes we will see her take off the lid, to the destruction of 

 the flies hanging about there, and then, as she is working the butter, 

 we will see her picking out the mangled remains of the flies. 



Now that, gentlemen, is another kind of butter. That is the kind of 

 butter which we do not recognize as a competitor of oleomargarine any 

 more than French Brothers, or any up-to-date dairymen, recognize 

 oleomargarine as a competitor of their goods. 



That butter goes through various hands, until it finally reaches the 

 renovated butter man, where it is made into process butter resurrec- 

 tion butter. Most of it goes to the creamery district of Illinois. I 

 think I can follow the same roll of butter, from personal knowledge of 

 the people, from the mountain districts of West Virginia, from the small 

 farmer to the country store, to the store at the railroad town, to the 



