The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1848-04-07
From the NeW York Spirit Of The Times.
How Joe DMnIkIiM : Pony run his
Legs of.

Legs OH'
One Joe Dunkin drove up to coun-
try tavern with a very short legged pony.
which he called Dick. The animal look.
ed so dumpy as to attract the attention Of
several of the knowing ones who hap
pened to be out at the shed. After crack
ing several jokes on the shortness of the
animals legs, one of the party said in
quiringly-
"That's most singular ere reature, ,stran-
ger-he's one of 'em, sartin-but these
things happen frequently. You have no
doubt seen various monsters in the ami.
NAL world partaking of the same general
characteristics of this anima!''
Exactly, stranger. have seen the
Si'mese twins and the two legged bear
besides any quantity of insects, from
bed-bug to boa constrctor-but l
never saw one run himself into that pre-
dicament yeti" replied Joe.
"You don't pretend to say that horse
run his legs Of" said the individual in
credulously.
81 don't pretend to say anything else,
responded Joe, looking the stranger full
in the eye.
"Well, l declare, it's the most remar.
kable instance ever heard of," said the
stranger scrutinizing the pony more
intensely than before.
"lf you'll stand the liquor, III tell you
all about it," said Joe.
The liquor being brought, Joe mount
ed sugar-hogshead, that he might edfy
the whole crowd, and began as follows:
One day--no matter when, for hav Mt
time to recollect dates--l'was riding Dick
slowly across one of those eternaly broad
prairies that seem to have neitherends nor
sides, dying between Fort Leavenworth
and the Rocky Mountalns,) and thinking
about the probable chances of losing my
traps and scalp in case | met with the
Pawnees, when low rambling noise fel
upon my ear, like the mutterings of dis
tant thunder | looked up, but there
wasn't cloud--the sky was Just as blue
and quiet as my wife Polly's eye. So il
couldn't be thunder. 1t might be an earth
quake. This wasn't very pleasant re
flectioE, for, as | had lived in New Mad
rid, and seen the gound gap some, l ex
pected every minute to find myself ant
Dick beautifully buried without the as
t sistance of undertaken or sexton.
The sound by this time had increas
! ed to chunky roar, and as there was n,
, chance of being swallowed up, though
it only reasonable to take an observation
r for things began to Look as though the,
S wouldn't last long. Turning in my sad
D die, saw one of the most interesting
. spectaces, to man situated as | was
r that | ever expect to look on again. A
. bout half mile behind me roaring, snort
ing, blowing and running as if h. Il wa
. after them, was one of the most unighl
L teous piles of buffalo ever congregate
together. And they put it down as
J, each fellow was striving to be the first t
n get dig at me. tried to appear COO
!, but it was no use--my hair kept rising
e till it got so stiff that each bristle woul
i ndNo OdidnCeu pldte' Nou! now HeTc
d they looked, with their eyes flaming lik
It Goals, and their shaggy names stream
e ing in the windl
:. "Didn'tyoufeel awfull' l'asked asymp,
l. thetic spectator, appealing to Joe.
Feel" responded our hero--"I fe
1t like stray pig on railroad track, wit
t. all express locomotive behind him an
- d--d high fence on both sides of tn
sr road. There was no such thing as rur
ht ming around them, for they were sprea
sr across the prairie as far as the eye coul
t. reach, and came down upon me like
o. great black wave. Time was CROWN
IL precious; every second counted. TT
at only chance was straight race Die
a. and against the field. In a twinklr
a | stripped Dick to the bride, and m
le self to the spurs. The buffaloes we
y now well up, and doing their nastiest-