A Milwaukee paper copies what THE SUN said about killing hogs while under
the influence of chloroform, at Keine & Wilson's packing house, and
intimates that it is all a lie. Have we lived to this age to have our word
doubted by a Milwaukee editor? This is too much. Why, bless the dear man,
the half has not been told. The firm we speak of is desirous of building
up a trade for gilt edged pork and hams, so every improvement known to the
trade is inaugurated. We did not think it necessary to describe the whole
process, but now that our word is doubted, it is necessary to do so. When
the late lamented hog is transferred from the parlor where he was
chloroformed, his body is gently, yet firmly placed in a gold lined tank,
filled with boiling Florida water and cologne, where the body remains
until the bristles become loose, when it is transferred to a table covered
with purple velvet, and the bristles are removed by the gentlemanly
ushers, dressed in the fashions of the time of George III, armed with gold
candle sticks, studded with diamonds. Then the body is taken by easy
stages, into the presence of the intestine transporter, who reclines upon
a downy couch. He raises up, brushes a particle of dust from his sleeve,
and with a silver knife cuts the hog from Dan to Beersheba, and the patent
insides are received on a silver salver, and divided among attendant
maidens. The inside of the hog is washed with bay rum, and sweet majorum
is put in. Then the hog is removed and cut up. The portions salted are
salted for keeps, and the hams and bacon are smoked in a room filled with
incense, and when the smoked meat comes out it is good enough for a king,
or a queen, or a Milwaukee editor. Lie, indeed! We should like to see
ourselves lying for one hog.