Now if you'd been a brakeman on a Chicago train, as I was a few years ago, and seen the animals run in for the stock yards, you might talk about cruelty.

Cars that ought to hold a certain number of pigs, or sheep, or cattle, jammed full with twice as many, and half of 'em thrown out choked and smothered to death.

I've seen a man running up and down, raging and swearing because the railway people hadn't let him get in to tend to his pigs on the road." Miss Laura turned and looked at the man with a very white face.

"Is it like that now ?" she asked.
"No, no," he said, hastily.

"It's better now.