It was all so very businesslike that one watched it fascinated. It was porkmaking by machinery, porkmaking by applied mathematics. And yet somehow the most matter-of-fact person could not help thinking of the hogs; they were so innocent, they came so very trustingly; and they were so very human in their protests--and so perfectly within their rights! They had done nothing to deserve it; and it was adding insult to injury, as the thing was done here, swinging them up in this cold-blooded, impersonal way, without a pretense of apology, without the homage of a tear.
One could not stand and watch very long without becoming philosophical, without beginning to deal in symbols and similes, and to hear the hog squeal of the universe. Was it permitted to believe that there was nowhere upon the earth, or above the earth, a heaven for hogs, where they were requited for all this suffering? Each one of these hogs was a seperate creature. Some were white hogs, some were black; some were brown, some were spotted; some were old, some young; some were long and lean, some were monstrous. And each of them had an individuality of his own, a will of his own, a hope and a heart's desire; each was full of self-confidence, of self-importance, and a sense of dignity. And trusting and strong in faith he had gone about his businesss, the while a black shadow hung over him and a horrid Fate waited in his pathway. Now suddenly it had swooped upon him, and had seized him by the leg. Relentless, remorseless, it was; all his protests, his screams were nothing to it--it did its cruel will with him, as if his wishes, his feelings, had simply no existence at all; it cut his throat and watched him gasp out his life. And now was one to believe that there was nowhere a god of hogs, to whom this hog personality was precious to whom these hog squeals and agonies had a meaning?
The Jungle, Upton Sinclair Page 35
We're getting 6 pigs this April. Luckily for everybody involved, they will not have to live their life or end their life like these hogs in the pictures above. We learned that Joel Salatin spreads corn down every time he beds his cattle. Then turns his hogs in in the spring. His hogs then dig for buried treasures and help turn over the cattle manure and subsequently makes a nice compost. So, we're trying that exact thing. I have been placing whole corn down every time I bed the livestock. Tricky part is getting the sheep to leave the corn alone. Their mouths are small enough to pick up the corn, the cattle cannot.