1 be removed by the owners from the pens containing animals.
2 He sat in the pen with a score of others until his turn came.
3 He took his seat in the prisoners' pen and sat gazing at them in helpless agony.
4 So our friend got a pair of "slaughter pen" boots and "jeans," and flung himself at his task.
5 Here in this city to-night ten thousand women are shut up in foul pens, and driven by hunger to sell their bodies to live.
6 There were groups of cattle being driven to the chutes, which were roadways about fifteen feet wide, raised high above the pens.
7 After they had seen enough of the pens, the party went up the street, to the mass of buildings which occupy the center of the yards.
8 There were fifteen or twenty such pens, and it was a matter of only a couple of minutes to knock fifteen or twenty cattle and roll them out.
9 All night long this had been going on, and now the pens were full; by tonight they would all be empty, and the same thing would be done again.
10 There is over a square mile of space in the yards, and more than half of it is occupied by cattle pens; north and south as far as the eye can reach there stretches a sea of pens.
11 Then once more the gates were opened, and another lot rushed in; and so out of each pen there rolled a steady stream of carcasses, which the men upon the killing beds had to get out of the way.
12 He was a studious man, reserved, and nothing of an orator; but he always had a pile of books under his desk in the hotel, and articles from his pen were beginning to attract attention in the party press.
13 They crossed the railroad tracks, and then on each side of the street were the pens full of cattle; they would have stopped to look, but Jokubas hurried them on, to where there was a stairway and a raised gallery, from which everything could be seen.
14 Once crowded in here, the creatures were prisoned, each in a separate pen, by gates that shut, leaving them no room to turn around; and while they stood bellowing and plunging, over the top of the pen there leaned one of the "knockers," armed with a sledge hammer, and watching for a chance to deal a blow.
15 They are penned up in filthy houses and left to rot and stew in misery, and the conditions of their life make them ill faster than all the doctors in the world could heal them; and so, of course, they remain as centers of contagion, poisoning the lives of all of us, and making happiness impossible for even the most selfish.