He cut up and smoke-dried the flesh, and the intolerable pangs of hunger compelled me to share the loathsome food with him.

We were not only indecent, it seemed to me, but cannibals to feed on the faithful servant that had been our butcher.

"But what does it matter ?" I argued with myself.

"All flesh, clean and unclean, should be, and is, equally abhorrent to me, and killing animals a kind of murder.

But now I find myself constrained to do this evil thing that good may come.