Death To Horses

Mr. Gilbert Parker, in his "Round the Compass in Australia," describes a journey across the plains of the Darling river country in time of drought. From this description we extract paragraph, horribly graphic, picturin the suffering of the horses, It is a white and dreary plain. Ther is a line of straggling gum trees be side a feeble water course. Six wild horses - brombies, as the are called - have been driven down corraled and caught. They have fee on the leaves of the myall and stra bits of salt bush. Af ter a time the; are got within the traces. They are all young and they loo not so bad. We start. They ca Kcarcely be held in for the first fe miles. Then they begin to soak i perspiration. Another five miles ani they look drawn about the flanks, anc what we thought was flesh is drippin from tfcem. Another five, and the ilesh has gone The ribs show, the shoulders protrude Look! A poler's heels are knocking ag-ainst the whiffletree. It is twenty miles now. There is a gulp in your throat as yon see a wreek stagger out of the traces and stumble over the plain, head near the ground and death upon its back. There is no water in that direction, worn-out creature. It comes upon you like a sudden blow These horses are driven to death And why? Because it is cheaper to kil them on this stag-e of thirty miles than to feetd them with chaff at two hun dred and fifty dollars a ton. And now another sways. Look a the throbbing1 sides, the quivering limbs. He falls. "Driver, for heaven's sake, can't you see?" "I do, so help me God, I do. But we've got to get there. I'll let them out at another mile." And you are an Ang-lo-Saxon, and this is a Christian land.