Washington telegraph., 1854-10-11
From The Bridgeport Republican, Farmer. I
4 Horse Adventure.

ran freight wagon 10 Norwalk. and kept a
small livery stable. He was fond VI iake.
and had sly. peculiar. waggish kink in bis
nature, which led him frequently to turns
Of some pretty cute tricks Dn o-R pcca-
sion a young man named Nelson Beers ap-
piled TO him for horse to ride to Danbury,
distance Of three miles Nelson was al
apprentice to the shoe-making business,
nearly out Of his time was not overstocked
with brains, and lived a mile and half
east Of our village. Nv father thought it
would be better for Nelson to make his
short journey On foot, than to Be at the cz-
Pense VI hiring horse; but be dill not tell
him 50. We had an old horse named Bob,
that having reached an ace beyond his teens,
was turned out in bog lot near tile house
to die. lie was literally living skeleton,
and was much in the same condition of the
yankee nag, which was 81 weak that Iii
owner had to hire his ueirhbor's horse to
help him draw breath. My fsther, there
fore, ii reply to Nelson's application, told
him that the livery horses were all out. and
he had none at home except famous race
horse. \ which be was keeping in low hesh
in order TO have him in proper trim to win
great race soon to come of.
''Oh, do ler me have him, Uncle Phile
l will ride him very carefully, aud no; in
jura him in the least, said Nelson Beers.
He i too valuable All animal to ri-k ID
the hands Of young man Ike you" re-
sponded my father.
Nelson continued ~ importune, and my
father to play Of, until it was finally agreed
that the horse could be had on the condition
that he should ii no case be rode faster than
a walk or slow trot, aud that he should be
fed four quarts of oats at Danbury. Nelson
started Oh liz Rosinaute, looking for ali the
world as il he was On mission 10 tie
"carrion crows" but he felt every inch
man, for he fanciel himself asniie of the
greatest race horse in the country, and re-
allied that great responsibility vas resting
upon his shoulders, tOr the llst words KY. my
father 70 him we're : Nelson. II auy acci-
dent should happen 70 this animal while an
der Your charge, yon could not pay tle dam
age ID d lifetime of labor"
Old Boo was duly Dated and waterei at
Danhury, and at the end of several hours
Mr.. Beers mounted him au1 started fyr Be-
thel He concluded to take the great Pas
tnre road" home, that being the name Ola new
road cut through tile swamps and me@i0ws,
rs shorter route TO our village. Nelson,
for the nonce, forgetting his responsibility,
probably tried Tile speed VI his race-LorSe,
and soon broke him down. At al events.
Sonlettiag appeared 70 weaken Ola Bob's
nerves; tOr he came 10 stand stIll, ard
Nelson was forced 90 dismount. The horse
trembled with weakness and Nelson Beer,
trem5ei with fright. a small brook Wa-
running through the bog a. the roadside,
and Beers thinking that perhaps his race
horse needed drink. lgd him into fhc
stream. Poor old Bob got stuck in tie
mud, and not having strength to Withdraw
lii feet, quietly closed his eyes, ana hha
patriarch as be was, be dropped into the soft
bed that was awaiting him, and gave Up the
ghost without single kick.
No language can describe Tie constcrna-
ton Of poor Beers. He could Tot believe
his eyes. H. tried u open those of his
horse, but /: was no 20. He placed Bis ear
at the mouth of poor Old Bob, but took i,
away IN utter disray. The breath had
ceased. AT last Nelson groaniug a. be
thought Of meeting my fataer, and wonder
ing whether eternity added to time. would
be long enough for him TO earn the value of
the horse, took the bride from the dead
head" and uubuckling, the cirth, drew of
the saddle and placing it on bly, own back
trudgeG glooIaily toward our village.
Il was about snndown when my father e.
pied his victim coming up the street with
the saddle auG bride thrown across his
shoulders. his face wearing a look Of the
most complete despair NV father was GER
tain that Old Bob had departed this life,
and he chuckled inwardiy and quietly, but
assumed most serious counte-
nance. Poor Beers approached. more slow
ly and mournfully than if he was following
4 dear friend To the grave
When lie came within hailing distance,
my father called out /:
Why, Beers. i It possible that you have
been so careless as to let that race horse run
away from you p
"Oh. worse than that. worse than that.
Uncle Pkile - groaned Nelson.
Worse than that Then he has been
stolen BY some judge Of valuable horses go
Oh. what a fool was to en;rust him TO any
body III exclaimed my father with we'll
feigned sorrow.
mo, be aint stolen, Uncle Phile," said
Nelson.
Not stolen? We'll. am glad Of that.
for shall recover him again; but. where is
Le, am afraid you have lamed him.
Worse than that" draTled the unfortu-
nate Nelson.
"Well, what il the matter? Where j.
be What ais him y asked my father.
..Oh | nrlt tell yon-I can I tell you :"