The Slaughter House :: Description Essays

The Slaughter reside Though he was harshly treated, he submitted and opened not his oral cavity like a lamb t eyelid is led to the slaughter, or a sheep onwards the shearers, he was silent and opened not his mouth Isaiah 537 Trudging along the dirt road that led down to the abattoir, I was experiencing loyal emotions. My stomach churned at the thought of the blood I was likely to brush during the moveing of lambs. I reasoned that to get a valid purview on the subject, I had to witness the entire process, no matter how unpleasant. As I entered the abattoir I was greeted by Tim, a young ammonia alum student who would be assisting the professor throughout the process. I was told to step into a tray on the floor filled with a disinfectant to prevent the transport of unwelcomed germs that hid on the bottom of my shoes. I pulled on a long yellow(a) apron and placed a hair net and hard hat on my head. A small class o f animal science major walked in who would also be viewing the slaughtering. The professor and Tim prepared for the process by thoroughly washing and sanitizing all of their instruments, sharpening their knives, and placing hooks on a track overhead that holds the sheep carcass upside down. I stepped outside and precept the four sheep that were to be killed. They were huddled together as if they knew what was to happen and were maxim their goodbyes. Tim reassured me they were only afraid of being in a strange, confined space. I stood off to the side as Tim led the first of the sheep inside. The sheep gave short(p) struggle and made no sound. Tim gripped its head tightly as the professor placed a bar gun on the top of its skull. The bolt gun worked similar to a revolver.