The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1856-10-17
The Quiet Horse.
pY MRS. NOODLE.

49,
weeks from home, experimenting the a
rangcment of very complicated mercanti
business, which had involved brothcr-i
law in bankruptcy. There was no imm
diate necessity for the prcmcditated visit
Mrs. Harrowby to the city Of N. b'
she suddenly formed the wish Of goir
thither, and like most Of her sex, whe
placed in similar circumstances, she dete
mined to 10.
The city Of N was thirty miles off,
Mr.. Harrowby, when at home, resided on
small estate in the county ell, whic
he amused himself by cultivating. A mos
expensive recreation, by-the-by, to one ur
acquainted with the practical part Of tn
science of agriculture, and who derived tn
information on the subject, entirely fror
books. The poor folks in his neighborhoo
called him the gentleman-farmcr. The ric
laughed at his theoretic and speculative turl
of mind, and prophesisd his ruin. Well, h
was absent, and everything at Harrowb.
was at stand still. Mrs. Harrowby wa
dull-she had never before been so long sep
arated from her husband. The boys wer
rude and troublesome-the heavy rains ha,
clouded the fair prospects of the approach
ing harvest, and without the superinten
dcnce Of the master-mind, all went wron,
together.
81 wish your father was at home," sale
the anxious wife to the eldest daughter, al
nothing happens to prevent it, must posi-
lively 90 and see him tomorrow.
"But, mamma, what horse can you take
The gardener has just ridden Billy toJ-
and will not be back before tomorrow
night. The mare, Phoebe, is lame, ant
Wellington has been so recently broken in
that it would be dangerous for you to at
tempt driving him."
"Well, / know all tina. EDma, y, sal,
Mrs. Harowby, impatiently; 81 would no
drive Wellington for a thousand dollars
but there are other horses in the stables bc
side Phoebe and that wild thing"
"You are not surely speculating upol
cart-horses," said Emma, struggling he
shoulders. "If you must go, mamma, 70
which can see no reason, you had bette
hire post-chaise from the village"
"Phoo, phoo! How your father woul
stare to see me drive up to his lodgings in
post-chaise. He would imagine that som
one was dead in the family-that some ca
lamity had happened in his absence. BE
sides, think Of the trouble Of sending all tn
way to W-for the chaise-tho useless ez
pense. No, no, l have plan Of my ow
worth two Of that. Run, Harvey, to tn
stable and tell old Coulter that want him.
Away scampered Harvey, n bright hairc
imp of six years old, to do as he was bid
and quickly returned with the old man.
Coulter was the head man on the farm
and to his care was committed the team {
fine Suffolk sorrels that were only used 70
farm work. He had lived for sever year
in small cottage upon the estate, and n
garded tho three horses under his charg
with as much pride and affection as If the
had been his children bestowing muc
moro pains upon them in covering, brusi
ing and cleaning, than ever he had exp,
rienced on his own person during a long an
laborious life.
Joe Coilter was tai, lank-haired, rex
faced, athletic man, on the wrong side
sixty wrinkled and weather-beaten, b.
vigorous and active still. His face bore
strong resemblance to the physiognomy
his fyorite animal, and he had a simpl
honest expression. . ....
Pulling the front lock Of his rusty II
hair, US substitute for bow, while
scratched the back Of his head with his le
hand, the worthy peasant drew himsc
straight up behind Mrs. HarrOwby's chai
and drawled out in the tone Of true SufIo
whine -
"Missus, here bees I, what are yc cor
mands ?''
"Joe, l want you to 90 to N, +
! morrow, to see your master; what hor
can take for the journey?''
! "what hos ? None as | knows Of, ma
arm" and the old man re-commcnc
scratching his head "work an plcasu
, require different servants. Masters ridil
hoss be away, the near bc lame, and th
, ere Valentine, rs you calls un, is perfect
{ unmanageable. An now, though be su
. ycd like to Zee master, l fear 70 must bi
{ to whome." -.-f aces -t -
. "But I'll DO no such thing. I have
: my mind upon going, and 20 I will. VIII
: should prevent me from taking your 70
D horsc, sharper! He's beautiful animal
Tho old man started pace or two ba
I in utter amazement. " 8
!. "Take Shcarpur' The Lard save u
; What put it into yer mind to take hin
!. Why, marm, he bo rs wild as the old un.
: do u,aist think that the soul Of lord ha
( some how or other, got into that beast.
; Loiko all, handsum volk, he DO 50 proud
= himself, an so tricky, an he do rear q
s plunge an capcr about lOikc mad thir
n Il be rs much as an my Dor Jonathan
= do TO hold un when he have mind to
S his own way. He'd smash the clay oil
4 showers in brace o'shakes an may hs
d be the death o yes an the young missu'