io A Rich Poor Man 



woods or on the water. But duty in the shape 

 of an investigation into these evil smells took 

 me to the station, confined me for nearly an 

 hour in a hot railroad car along with some 

 hundreds of other unfortunates, and sent me 

 to an unpleasant part of the city. It happened 

 that my rich neighbor was interested in prop- 

 erty in that neighborhood ; his firm bought 

 the refuse of the slaughter-houses, in order 

 to transform it into good lard. Naturally, I 

 asked him as to the origin of the complaints. 

 He knew nothing of their origin, but he was 

 quite sure that certain rendering-establishments 

 with which he did business were not to blame ; 

 and, to prove it, he proposed to take me over 

 them and show me what nice places they were. 

 I agreed. When within a block of the accused 

 establishments, the stench borne on the wind 

 was sickening. My neighbor thought nothing 

 of it ; he went there every morning, and was 

 accustomed to it. Having reached some ren- 

 dering-cellars beneath the slaughter-houses, 

 my neighbor pointed out how cleanly every- 

 thing was managed : the fat and refuse, fresh 

 and nice, was dropped directly from the abat- 



