The southern aegis, and Harford County intelligencer. (Bel Air, Md.) 1862-1864, 1863-05-15
BEL AIR. MD FRIDAY MORNING.
A Horse Musically Curable. !

sorre! mare, which was called lib. She
was ordinarily sluggish, but possessed good
speed and great. power. She was never
frightened, and, aside from her laziness,
was a good beast except on, particular oc-
casions, when she, without any apparent
cause, would refuse to 60. For long
time she was subject to the treatment of
balky animals-severe whipping, pound
ing, torturing, &c But my father and
the friedman gave it up as a bad course,
and she was released from this harrass-
ment A close observation Of her tant-
runs led me to the conclusion that she was
subject to paroxysms of the nervous sys.
tenn, growing out Of electrical changes of
the atmosphere. She was always true to
draw or travel in bright, clear, blue-sky
spring or summer weather and, for the
dozen years that we owned her, we we're
never troubled with her in cold, frosty,
still winters day. But on summers day,
when the electric fluid passed rapidly
from the earth's surface, and dyspeptics
would look like committing suicide, and
rheumatics would predict a change Of at
mosphere-when tbunder-caps, white and
gorgeous as an East Indian palace, lifted
their heads in the Northwest, betokening
the clash and the fash off the coming
storm-then look out for old lib. She
would suddenly stop in the furrow, in the
harvest field, or highway; and pitchfork
tines, or apple-tree clubs or bundles of
fired straw under her belly, could no: start
her. Like sentinel at his post, she was
deaf to all urgencies and appeals save one.
That would start her after while. The
same result would be noticed in winters
day when the air was from the south and
thawy. So she was worked with these
reservations; for she was not always relia-
BILE. After we had owned her eight years,
my father hired a man by the name of
John Hart, He was pious man, and
liked, above all things, to sing. One
bright August morning we were drawing
in wheat, and old lib had been drafted
into harness. She had worked well till
about four O'clock in the afternoon; when
suddenly, Is We were loading, there came
a clap Of thunder from an almost. clear
sky. We were not far from the barn =;
and, hoping to get loaded and into the
barn before the rain reached US, the
sheaves were thrown on by two men, and
loaded BY Hart with great dexterity,-
Our hopes we're quite sanguine that lib
would be reasonable this time, first, be-
cause she had hard thunder-shower expert
ence enough to know that it was not plea
SAINT to her, nor at all obliging tp those
employing her; second, because she was,
shomeward bound, and little effort would
put us all under the dry cover. She
made no hostile. demonstration till the
rack was loaded, when, at the usualword,
she refused to bulge an inch The men
proposed to pound her, but my father
forbade, but suggested to Hart to sing
He had "a full, manly, melodious voice,
which rang from his throat in tones sweet
and beautiful and he knew all the bal
lads from Robin Hood to Yankee Doc
hdle,' and the Methodist hymns from fBlew
ye trumpet to tHow happy are they
Twas scene for Turner'S pencil. In
the East lay thunder-caps white as snaw,
like Pelion upon Ossa. North and South
the, rain had flanked us like the wings Of
an army. Here and there fell abig rain
drop, harbinger of more; whilst around
the load stood the hired men, aching to
pound old lib into miucemeat.rg 81 qap
Chart was on the load. Sing said
my father. Hart began and sing hymn,
every two lines of which was a.chorus of
Fsssio ofBlow ye the trumpet BLOW asif
al !, Sing glory Hallelujahp fuaw
And his eye dilated, and his breast
heaved, and he. forgot that behind him,
but little way of, was thunder and
lightning, enough, rightly expended, to
blow up half of creation and that be-
fore him was the the crazy old mare with
in ten rods of ia good barn, too mad, or too
upset, however, to, make her way toit. 4 He
thought Of his mission, which was to sing
Gods praise'mid flashing fire and thun-
den stroke, and he filed his mission full.
tSing awayP cried my fathers. sin awsy,
Hart! the old bag is relenting ~ see it
in her eye; and the tip of her ear is play
ing, to your music, like the fingers, of a
maiden, to q guitar She likes the halle
luiah strain. a It soothes her braip, which
seathes under this thunder like, lead in
redsh hot ,cauhron. !, Hal ha lagiye her the
rein; sheNllgog Hurrah there has been
no such singing since Timotheus sung at
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