The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-10-07

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phere. Shesass always true to dav
of travel ia bright, clear, blue. D,
spring or summsr weather aud io
chs dozen years fha, we owned her
we wep neveg tfoubled with her q
a cold, frosty, siiii winters day. Bu
on a summers day. when the eloetri,
fluid passed rapidly from the earih'i
surface, and dyspeptics would lool
ike committing suicide, and rleunat
les would predict change of atmos
phere, when ihiaHler-caps, white ami
gorgeous as al East Indian palace
lifted their heads ID the northwest
betokening the cap and fash of com
ing storm, then kk ont for CID Tib
SHE would aals. III iop Il 'ho fur
row, il tie AaFvsst-feld or highway
and pitohiork tines or apple-trec clubs
or bundles Of straw fred under hci
belly, could noi start her. Like a SEN
incl al Lis post, sbe was deaf 70 alI
urgeueies and appeals save one. That
would start her after a while. The
same result would be witnessed IN q
winters day, when tho air was from
the south, and tiawy. So she was
always worked with these rcsefya.
lions, for Sic was not always reliable.
After We had owned her about eigl,
years, my father hired a man BY tic
name Of john Hart. lie was a pious
man, and liked above al things to sing.
One bright August morning we were
drawing in wheat, and o.d I'ib had
been drafted into harness. she had
worked well till about I o'clock in the
afternoon, when suddenly, as We were
loaling, there came q clap Of thunder
from an almost
cloar sky
on our cars, ana we saw in the west
cloud q little bigger than a mans
hand, portending rain, We were not
far from the barn, aud hoping to get
loaded and into the barn before the
rain reached us, the sheayes were
thrown on by two men, and loaded by
Hart With great dextoriy. our hopes
were quite sanguine that lib would
be reasonable dis time, first, because
she had ial hard thunder shower ex-
pcrienee enough to know tlat II was
not pleasant to her, nor al ali obli3ing
to those employing hers second bg-
cause she was "homeward bound,
aud d little cilsrt would put Us all I'M.
der dry cover. Size made no hostile
d claratiois til the rack was loaded,
when, at tie usual word, she refu cd
to bud ze one iuch. The men propos-
Cd to pund her, bat my father forbade,
but suggested 70 Hart 10 sing. lie
had fall, manlg melodiou8 voice,
nllich runs from his throat in tones
sweet and beautiful and he knew al
the ballads from Robin Hood to Yam
kee Doodle, and The Methodist hymns
from Blow the trumpet TO How
happy are they. Twas a scene for
Turner'S pencil IN the west the
heavens were black as Erebus In
the east lay thunder-eaps as white as
snow, ike Pelion upon Ossa. North
and south the rain fanked Us ike the
wings Of an army. Hero and there
fell 4 Dig rain drop, harbineer 81 more,
whilst around the load stood the hired
men, aching to pound old Tib into
mince-mcat.
Hart was on lhe load Sing"
said my father. Hart began and sung
a hymn, every two lines of which was
a chorus Of
Blow We the Trumpet Blow
Sing glory. Hallelaiahln
and his eye dilated, and his breast
heayed, and he forgot that behind him
bat little way of, was thunder and
Lightning enough, rightly expended, to
blow up half of creation; and that
before him was a crazy old mare
within ten rods Of a good barn, too
mad, or TOO upset, however, to make
her way 10 It. lie thought Of his
mission, which was to sing God'spraise
mid flashing fire and thunder stroke,
and he filed lis mission full.
Sing away = cried my father,
" sing away, Hart the old nag is re-
leuting, sec it in her eye; and the
tip Of her ear is playing 10 your mu-
sic like the fingers Of a maiden to her
guitar. She likes the Hallelujah
strain. 1t soothes her brain, which
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