The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-11-22
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f'GRIS.'' -
The Epizoot-A Sick Horse Inter
viewed.

We looked in at one of the street
car stables, yesterday, to see how
they were coming on with the cpl
zootic, and had a very interesting in
terview with one of the victims,
veteran who has hauled US on the
John street line scores of times,
whose name was Jim. He was one
of the most gentlemanly and accom-
modating horses on the line, attend
ing strictly to business. He could
see an old lady swinging an umbrella
for the car to stop three or four
squares of, and knew just where all
the regular passengers wanted to be
left. The conductor might be heed
less or forgetful, but old Jim didn't
make any mistakes. One night a
very nice old gentleman, who lives
in the West End, had the misfortune
to get intoxicated while down town.
He got into a John street car to go
home, and fell asleep Immediately.
Arrived at the corner of John and
Liberty streets, the horses stopped,
without any signal being given. The
conductor pulled the bell to go ahead.
No 90. The driver lashed them
furiously, but they wouldn't bulge.
And they didn't bulge, either, until
the old man woke up, and, finding
that he had reached his stopping off
place, alighted-on his head. 1t was
old Jim's work. He knew where
the old man belonged, and wouldn't
haul him by. Itgot SO that bummers
from the West End gave themselves
no worry about being carried by
when they struck old Jim's car, but
vent to sleep with child-like conf
dence and serenity, knowing the Kind
old horse would watch out for them.
That was the Kind Of an old horse
he was.
We were sorry to find old Jim laid
up with the prevailing distember. !
@Good-morning, Jim," said we.
'.Morn'n'." said old Jim, turning a
Yatery eye upon US and fetching a
sepulchral cough.
'sWhat's the matter with you?"
Old Jim-(trying to suppress a
ze)-"Got the-ep-ep-epi-
zo-o-o-( -(a-chee!) otic, 1 s'pose." "
Reporter-"What are your symp-
tomsP'
. Old Jim-"Hain't got no symp-
toms. Got a cod in the ed, run
MIN ad the dose, ad b'on-che-che-
(a-a-a-chee) tos."
Reporter-"Haye you felt this
coming on for some timer"
Old JIM (shivering feebly, "Oh,
yes. We knoWd twas cubbinn. You
see we hosses nebber had fair
show. I've got the cond'stution of
a boss, but can't stand everything.
They load US too heavily, a'd don't
take enuf care of us."
Reporter-"You are having every
attention now, are you notr'
Old Jim-"Oh yes. They can't
afford to lose us, you know this with
wink from one Of his Watery op-
tics, as he playfully nudged us in the
ribs with his off hind foot, dey take
precious good care of as dow. They
feel my pulse every ted binutes, and
keep me ruding out my tongue to see
how fast it beats. Wud doctor said
I got the sprig- halt id my respiratory
dorgans. Another was sure it was
span id by ep epepi (a-a-chee) glOt-
tic. Ido'd do bout it. feel pooty
bad"
Reporter-"How long will it be,
do you think, before you will be run
ming againY'
Old Jim-"When 1 get over rud-
ding at de Dose"
"Reporter-"Are you anxious to
be on the road againY
Old Jim-"Course l ab. How
will dose West Enders get home,
dow, when they get filed up down
town. Gle fellinto a horse laugh |
that set him coughing until we
thought he was a gone hoss, sure,
but he rallied.) "Well, cub agid.
Well be all ride id few dades. |
Good fa.a-chee!) by"
Reporter-"Good by, old hoss."