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stained with innumerable layers of Packingtown smoke,
were painted all over with advertising signs, from which
the visitor realized suddenly that he had come to the home
of many of the torments of his life. It was here that they
made those products with the wonders of which they pes~
tered him so -- by placards that defaced the landscape
when he traveled, and by staring advertisements in the
newspapers and magazines -- by silly little jingles that
he could not get out of his mind, and gaudy pictures
that lurked for him around every street corner. Here
was where they made Brown's Imperial Hams and Bacon,
Brown's Dressed Beef, Brown's Excelsior Sausages! Here
was the headquarters of Durham's Pure Leaf Lard, of
Durham's Breakfast Bacon, Durham's Canned Beef, Potted
Ham, Deviled Chicken, Peerless Fertilizer!

Entering one of the Durham buildings, they found a
number of other visitors waiting; and before long there
came a guide, to escort them through the place. They
make a great feature of showing strangers through the
packing-plants, for it is a good advertisement. But
ponas Jokubas whispered maliciously that the visitors did
not see any more than the packers wanted them to.

They climbed a long series of stairways outside of the
building, to the top of its five or six stories. Here was
the chute, with its river of hogs, all patiently toiling
upward; there was a place for them to rest to cool off,
and then through another passageway they went into a
room from which there is no returning for hogs.

It was a long, narrow room, with a gallery along it for
visitors. At the head there was a great iron wheel, about
twenty feet in circumference, with rings here and there
along its edge. Upon both sides of this wheel there was
a narrow space, into which came the hogs at the end of
their journey; in the midst of them stood a great burly
Negro, bare-armed and bare-chested. He was resting for
the moment, for the wheel had stopped while men were
cleaning up. In a minute or two, however, it began
slowly to revolve, and then the men upon each side of it
sprang to work. They had chains which they fastened


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