THE RED COW 



"At length the pig perceives it die away 

 And fade into the light of common day." 



If it were not so we would not have the heart to 

 slaughter our pigs and turn them into necessary 

 bacon. By the time they are full-grown they have 

 developed their piggish instincts to such an intol- 

 erable degree that we are glad to be rid of them. 

 Instead of berating me for being lacking in affection, 

 the editor should have drawn a lesson from the fact 

 that when the time comes to turn our hogs into 

 bacon we are mercifully enabled to do it without any 

 wrench to our finer feelings. I protest that at the 

 present time I view the little pigs with tenderness 

 and affection, but when they are finally fattened I 

 shall have no compunctions about loading them into 

 a car and shipping them to Toronto — the place 

 where every good Ontario pig goes when he dies. • 



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