I'll never forget the first one I saw butchered.

I wouldn't feel worse at a hanging now.

And that white ox, Hattie--you remember my telling you about him.
He had to be killed, and father sent for the butcher, I was only a lad, and I was all of a shudder to have the life of the creature I had known taken from him.

The butcher, stupid clown, gave him eight blows before he struck the right place.

The ox bellowed, and turned his great black eyes on my father, and I fell in a faint." Miss Laura turned away, and Mrs.Wood followed her, saying: "If ever you want to kill a cat, Laura, give it cyanide of potassium.