Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-01-30

ing a hare, and who subsequently re-
ceived handsome present for the shot
from his wife.
I was at the moment exactly in the
center of an open space formed by the
junction of six long, shaded alleys.
When Brutus heard the report of the
gun, he stopped short, planted his feet
firmly in the sand, pricked up his ears,
and raised his head high in the air. L
was surprised to see him SO disturbed by
the report of firearms. I would have
supposed that, after the liberal educa-
tion he had received in his youth, no
amount of firing would have excited his
curiosity. / touched his flank with my
heels, in order to urge him forward
but Brutus refused to bulge. I tried to
turn him to the right, to the left not
foot would he move. He stood like
statue and, nevertheless-youn need not
laugh, for, be assured, what am telling
you is strictly true-and, nevertheless, at
every effort a made to induce him to go
on, he would turn his head and glance
at me with an expression of impatlence
and surprise then he would relapse into
his statue-hke immobility. There was
clearly some misunderstanding between
us, for I read very distinctly in his
glances that he would say: 81, the
cavalier, do not do yours"
I was more puzzled than angered.
stWhat manner of beast is this that I
have bought of Cheri P" said I to myself
''And why does he look at me in this
queer way ?"
I Twas ON the point of having recourse
to extreme measures is, to admin
lister shower of well-laid-on blows with
my riding-whip-when we heard another
shot-Brutus and lat which he made
one bound, and only one. ALI my en-
deavors to induce him to go on were
fruitless. He planted his feet anew in
the sand, and more firmly, if possible,
than at first. 1 began now to get out of
patience, and, as a consequence, to ply
my whip but Brutus also lost patience,
and, instead of submitting tamely to
the punishment / inflicted, he pitched
and kicked in the most furious manner
imaginable. But while the battle was
at its height, and I was dealing him
heavy blows with the loaded handle of
my whip, he found time to give me
look, now and then, full, not only of in
dignation, but of surprise. It was plain
that, while / demanded of the horse
what he refused, he expected something
from me that did not do.
And how, think you, did this end? To
my shame-my great shame. 1 was ig-
ANONYMOUSLY unhorsed- Bru-
tus, it seemed, came to the conclusion
that nothing was to be effected by vio-
lence, and that he must change his tao
tics. After a moments pause, which
was certainly moment of reflection, he
stood straight up in the air, not on his
hind-legs but on his fore-feet, and that,
too, with as much calmness and address
as clown walks on his hands. OF
course I slid down over his head into the
sand, which, fortunately, was tolerably
deep.
tried to rise, but one of my legs re-
fused to do me service; I uttered cry
of pain, and fell forward fiat into the
sand. I had ruptured one of the small
er tendons of my right leg, which, al
me great pain whenever attempted to
stir. Nevertheless, succeeded in turn
ing over and sitting up, but at the mo-
ment when 1 began to rub my eyes,
which were full of sand, and to wonder
what had become of my rasca1ly dapple-
gray, I saw a horses foot descend on my
head, then the foot was placed gently
against my breast, and I was stretched
out again on the sand this time on my
back.
was now, and very naturally too,
think, exceedingly frightened, and, more,
I felt that it would be useless to make
any further effort. therefore remained
quietly on my back, asking myself, once
more, what manner of beast was this
that had bought from Cheri at the
death, for I expected to be killed. But,
instead of receiving my coup de grace,
I suddenly heard strange stamping in
the sand, and, at the same time, a guam
tity of dirt and gravel struck me In the
face. I opened my. eyes, and 10 there
was Brutus, using all four feet with won
derful address, endeavoring to cover me
up in the sand. He was doing his best,
the dear fellow, and every now and then
he would pause to see what progress he
was making; then he would raise his
head, give expressions of self-satisfac-
ion in a low whinny, and resume his
work This continued four or five min
utes, when, thinking me, doubtless, suf-
fully and knelt-got down on both knees,
and seemed actually to be uttering a
prayer-while looked on in wonder and
amazement.
His prayer being finished, Brutus
bowed his head slightly, rose, walked
away few steps, stopped, looked to-
ward me, and then began to gallop
round the open space in the center Of
which was lying. This he did some
twenty times nd-round- round
until L began to be dizzy from watching
him, when I cried out, " Halt halt 7"
He obeyed, but seemed embarrassed to
know what he should do next. At this
moment he noticed my hat, which had
fallen off when was dumped so uncere-
moniously into the sand, and lay few
feet from me- At the sight of it, Brutus
seemed to be relieved of his embarrass-
ment. He Immediately went toward it,
picked it up with his teeth, and started
off at brisk gallop down one of the six
alleys that have mentioned.
Brutus disappeared, and I remained
alone. Never was a man more puzzled
-confounded. What the strange con-
duct of the horse meant, was more than
could divine. I shook off the sand
that partially covered me, and crawled
on my hands to little spot of grass at
the corner of one of the alleys. Arrived
there, made myself as comfortable as
possible, and then cried out at the tor
of my voice, in the hope of making my
self heard by some one but got nc
response. The park, at least the part
| where I WAS saaned To he aOtir01v de-