Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-09-08
A HORSE ADVENTURE.
From the Bridgeport Republican Farme-

OF joke ana had sly, peculiar. Wa9-
giSh kink in his nature. which led him
frequently to turns Of some pretty cute
tricks. On one occasion young man
named Nelson Beers, applied to him for
the use of a horse to ride t. Danbury,
distance of three miles. Nelson was an
apprentice t. the shoe-makng business,
nearly out of his time was not over
stocked with brains, and lived mile and
a half east Of our village. Nv father
thought it would be better for Nelson to
make his short Journey on foot, than to
hc at the expense of hiring horse, hut
he did not tell him 50. We had an old
horse named Bob" that having reached
an are beyond his teens, was turned ont
in a bog lot near our house to die. He
was literally living skeleton. and was
much in the same condition OF the van
KEGS nag. which wHs So weak his owner
had To hire his neighbours horse to help
him draw his last breath. My father,
therefore in reply to Nelson's application,
toll him that the livery horses were all
out and he had none at home except a
famous race horse" which he was keep
ing in low flesh in order tn have Linn in
proper trim to win "a great race which
was IL come off
"Oh do let me have him. Uncle Phile*)
VIII ride him very carefully and not in
iure him in the least" said Nelson Beers.
lie Is to valuable an animal L. risk in
the hands of a young man like YOU" re
spondcd my father.
Nelson continued to importune. AMI
/ ,,,,. Gel If until K,-oS {inatl,.
J agreed that the horse could be had on the
tn1.tion that i'll no case he should be
rode faster than a walk or slow trOt,
and that he should be fei four quarts of
oats at Danbury. Nelson started on his
rosinante. looking for all the world as
! If he was on mission to the ''carrion
crows" but he felt every inch man for
! he fanc.ed him elf astride of the greatest
race horse III the country, and realized
that great responsibility was resting on
his shoulders for the last words al my
father to him were. Nelson, if any acct
dent should happen to this animal while
under your charge you could not pay the
! damage in lifetime of labor.
/ Oh Bob" was duly GATED and wat
cred at Danbury. and at the end of sey-
eral hours Mr. Beers mounted him and
started for Bethel. He concluded to
take the great pasture" road home. that
being the name of a new road cut
throu III SwampS and meadows, a sh0r-
or route to our village Nelson for the
noi.ce forgetting his r soonSlblllty. prob
ably the speed Of his race-hOr>e, and
soon broke him down. At all events.
II nl6
n, rves: for he came 10 a stand-still, and
Nelson was forced to dismount fh"
horse trcinll led with weakness, and Mel
son Beers tremhled with fright.
small brook WIS running through the
bog at the roadside. aud Beers. thinking
that perhaps his ''race-horse" needed
drink. led him into the stream. Poor
old Bob rot STUCK i'm the mud, and not
having strength to withdraw his feet
quietly closed his eyes and like patriarch
as he was he dropped into the soft bed
that was awaiting him, and gave up the
Ghost without a single kick.
No language can describe the cOnstcr-
nation of poor Beers. He could not be
licvc his ewes. lie tried to open those
of his horse bit it was no go. He plac
Bob" but took it away again IN utter
dismav. The breath had ceased. AT
last Nelson grUaning as he thought of
meeting my father, and wondering
whether eternity, added to time, would
he long enough for him to earn the va
II, of the horse. took the birdie from the
dead headn ami mhucilling the girth
drew Oft the saddle and placing it ON his
own back trudged gloomingly towards
or village.
Ii was about shutdown when my father
| eSp,ed his victim coming up the street
/ with the saddle and bride thrown across
/ his shoulders. his face wearing a hook of
( most complete despair. Ny father was
/ certain that old Bob" had departed this
! life and he chuckled inwardIy and qniet-
/ ". but instantly assumed NEST serious
/ cnuntenancc. Poor Beers approached
more slowly and mournfuily than If be
was following dear friend to the grave.
When he came within mailing distance.
my father called ont, "Why, Beers, is it
possible you have been So careless as to
/ let that racel o sc run away from you!"
Oh worse than that worse than that,
ulNIt l ilttC. Sibdlit'i 4NtlStlIi.
Worse than that? Then lie has been
stolen by some Judge of valuable horses!
! oh, what fool was to entrust him 10
an>budy. exclaimed my father, with
! will feigned sorrow.
'No he amt stolen. uncle Phie," said
Nelson.
Not stulen} welt am glad of that,
for | shall recover him again but where
is he? am afraid Won have famed him"
Worse than that" drawled the un-
fortunate Nelson.
ell what is the MISTER where is
he 4? what aiIS him ?" asked my father.
! "Oh, cart tell you--l can't tell you,
said Beers with groan.
But yon must tell me-" returned my
father.
st will break your heart" groaned
] Beers.
TO he sure it will. if he is seriously
injured" replied my father, but where
is he ?'
He is detui !" said Beers as he nerv-
cd himself mp for the announcement, ana
then closing his eyes, sunk into CHAIR
completely overcome with fright.
Nv father gave groan that started
Nelson to his feet again. All the sensa-
tions of pain, despair horror and intense
! arony were depicted 10 the life on my
fathers countenanee.
oh uncle Philc. uncle Phile, don't be
too hard with me, wouldn't have had "
bapncn for all the world" said Beers,
lyon can never rccompen>e me Tor
chat horse" replied my father.
a know it. know it, uncle Phile,
can only work for you as long as live
but Won shall have my services I'll You
are satisfied. AFTER my apprenticeship Is
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