Nor is butcher's meat despised.

A mutton-cutlet, a strip of beefsteak, in the right stage of maturity, disappeared beneath the soil, receiving the same attention as those which were lavished on the Mole or the Mouse.

In short, the Necrophorus has no exclusive preferences; anything putrid he conveys underground.
The maintenance of his industry, therefore, presents no sort of difficulty.

If one kind of game be lacking, some other--the first to hand--will very well replace it.

Neither is there much trouble in establishing the site of his industry.