Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-07-09

VOL. 3.---NO. 43.

he never would have done it ; for he was in ali
respects as cheerful and happy as if he com
manded all the corn cribs and fodder-stacks in
Georgia. His height was about twelve hands
but as his shape partook somewhat of that of
the giraffe, his launches stood much lower
They were short, strait, peaked, and concave.
Bullets tail, however. made amends for all
his defects. All that the artist could do to
beautfy it had been done; and all that horse
could do 10 compliment the artist, Bullet did
His tail was nickod in superior style, and eX-
hibited the line of beauty in so many direc
tons, that it could not fail to hit the most fas-
tidious taste in some of them. From the root
it dropped into graceful feston then rose in
handsome curve; then resumed its first d.
rection; and then mounted suddenly upward
like cypress knee to perpendicular OF about
two and half inches. The whole had care
| less and bewitching inclination to the right
Bullet obviously knew where his beauty lay,
and took all occasions to display it to the best
advantage. If stick cracked, or if any one
moved suddenly about him, or coughed, or
| hawked, or spoke little louder than COM
mon, up went Bullets tail like lightning and
if the going up did not please, the. coming
dorm must of necessity, for it was as different
| from the other movement as was its direction.
The first was bold and rapid flight upward.
usually to an angle of forty five degrees In
this position he kept his interesting appendage
until he satisfied himself that nothing in par
ticuar was TO be done when he commenced
dropping it by half inches, in second beats.
then in triple time, then faster and shorter,
and faster and shorter still, until it finally died
away imperceptbly into its natural position.
| If might compare sights 10 sounds, should
say its settling was more like the note of a
locust than anything else in nature.
Either from native sprghtliness of DISPOSE
ton, from uncomfortable activity, or from an
unconquerabe habit of removing flies by the
stamping of the feet, Bullet never stood still
but always kept up gentle fly soaring move
ment of his limbs, which was peculiarly in
teresting.
81 tell you, man. proceeded the Yellow
Blossom, hes the best live boss that ever
trod the grit of Georgia. Bob Smart knows
the boss Come here, Bob, and mount this
boss, and show Bulletsmotions" Here Bul-
let bristled up, and looked as if he had been
hunting for Bob all day long, and had just
found him. Bob sprang on his back. ''Boo-
oo-oo!' said Bob, with flutering noise OF
the lips; and away went Bullet, as if in a
querter race, with all his beauties spread in
handsome style.
Now fetch him back" said Blossom
Bullet turned and came in pretty much as he
went out.
Now trot him by" Bullet reduced his
tail to g cuStoma7y; sidled to the right and left
airiIy, and exhibited at least three varieties of
trot in the short space Of fifty yards.
Make him pace p Bob commenced
twitchng the bride and kicking at the same
time These inconsistent movements obvi-
ously (and most naturally disconnected Bull
let; for it was impossible for him to learn,
from them, whether he was to proceed or
stand still He started to trot, and was told
that wouldn't do. He attempted canter, and
was checked again. He stopped, and was
urged TO 90 on. Bullet now rushed into the
wide field of experiment, and struck out gait
of his own, that completely turned the tables
upon his rider, and certainly deserved a pat
emit 1t seemed to have derived its elements
from the Jig, the minuet, and the cotllIon. If
it was not pace, it certainly had pace in it,
and no man would venture to call it anything
else so it passed off to the satisfaction OF the
owner.
Walk him +" Bullet was now at home
again; and he walked as if money was staked
on him.
The stranger, whose name, I afterward
learned, was Peter Ketch, having examined
Bullet to his hearts content, ordered his son
Neddy to go and bring up Kit Ne1dy soon
appeared upon Kit; a well-formed sorrel OF
the middle size, and in good order. His toni
ensemble threw Bullet entirely in the shade
though a glance was sufficient to satisfy any
one that Bullet had the decided advantage OF
him in point of intellect.
"Why, man. said Blossom, &c do you bring
such a boss as that to trade for Bullet? Oh
| see you're no notion of trading"
Ride him off, Neddy!' said Peter. Xii
put off at a handsome lope.
Trot him back!' Kit came in at long.
sweeping trot, and stopped suddenly at the
crowd.
"Well," said Blossom. "let me look al
him; maybe he'll do to plough
" Examine him :" said Peter, taking hold OF
the bride close to the mouth; g mes nothing
but tacky. He ant as pretty horse as
Bullet, | know but he'll do Start 'em TO-
gether for a hundred and fifty mile; and if Xii
ant twenty mile ahead of him at the coming
out, any man may take Kit for nothing. But
he's a monsrous mean horse, gentlemen; any
man may see that He's the scariest horse,
too, YOU ever saw. He won't do to hunt on,
no how Stranger, will you let Neddy have
your rifle to shoot off him? Lay the rifle be-
tween his ears, Neddy, and shoot at the blaze
in that stump. Tell me when his head is high
enough"
Ned fired, and hit the blaze; and Kit did
not move hairs breadth.
Neddy, take couple of sticks, and beat
on that hogshead at Kits tall
Ned made a tremendous rafting, at which
Bullet took fright broke his bride, and dash
ed off IN grand style and would have stopped
all farther negotiations by going home IN dis
gust, had not traveller arrested him and bro't
him back; but Kit did not move.
g tell you, gentlemen" continued Peter
I" hes the scariest horse you ever saw. He
ant as gentle as Bullet, but he won't do any
harm if you watch him. Shall put him in q
cart, gig, or wagon for you, Stranger Hell
cut the same capers there he does here. He's
a monstrous mean horse"
During all this time Blossom was examln-
ing him with the incest scrutiny. Having ex.
amined his frame and limbs, he now looked
at his eyes.
He's got curious look out of his eyes,
said Blossom.
"Oh yes, sir said Peter, Just as blind as
a bat Blind horses always have clear eyes
Make motion at his eyes, If you please
sir"
Blossom did so, and Kit threw up his head
rather as if something picked him under the
chm than as if fearing a blow. Blossom re-
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