DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



CRUELTY EXERCISED IN THE NAME OF SPORT 



fingers wedged the sash so tightly that it was im- 

 movable. Thinking of the pack rat I turned to 

 ask the man if his fingers were "numb," but one 

 look at his white face and agonized expression, told 

 me only too plainly that he was on the point of 

 fainting from extreme pain. All this time the 

 train was speeding on its way. 



At last we liberated the victim's fingers by using 

 some walking sticks and umbrellas as levers, with 

 which we pryed up the sash. When he was released 

 the old gentleman would have fallen had I not 

 supported him. A commercial traveler saved him 

 from fainting dead away by giving him a glass of 

 something from a bottle; as it was he suffered so 

 much pain that he got out at the next station, 

 where we left him holding his hands over his head 



