Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-10-30
AN INTELLIGENT PONY.

AN INTELLIGENT PONY.
Mrs. Daniel NJ. Moulton, of Jamaica Plain,
owns and drives the most intelligent Shetland
pony it has ever been our good fortune to see.
On entering the barn we were formally intro
duced to this prince of pets when the follow
ing bit of by-play took place between mistress
and pony.
"Dick, these ladies do not belong here, put
them out!' Dick came stamping toward US
with his name erect, seeming determined to
protect his home from invasion.
"That will do; now come back, and show
them your pretty face" Dick walked de-
murely to his mistress side, turned around,
and peeped shyly through his forelocks.
"There is one side of your neck very hand
some; show it to the ladies" Turning his
head, he exhibited a large, pure-white spot,
which he seemed extremely proud Of
"Now, what is mistress proud of when she
goes to ride?" Turning completely around,
he lashed his long black tail back and forth
in very decided manner.
"Dear me! where's my handkerchief
down went Dicks nose to her pocket; and,
with his teeth, he drew out the missing art-
Gle, gently placing it in the ladys hand.
"If you would like some oats you must
speak for them." A long sharp neigh was
his answer, when he was supplied with the
article wanted.
"And now" said our hostess, "you must let
me drive you up to Dicks birthplace, so you
can see how we'll he remembers his old home" "
Dicks sire and dam we're imported from
Shetland by a lawyer named Austin, from
whom his present owner purchased him. As
soon as he struck the road, he started into a
rapid trot; and it was really amusing to see
the little fellow strain and pull, trying to pass
every team upon the road.
Of his own accord he turned up the broad
carriage-drive leading to his former home,
stopped in front of each door, listened, looked
up at the windows vainly trying to see some
familiar face; and when at last he reached a
level green where portion of his babyhood
had been spent, he looked anxiously over it,
neighed long and mournfully, then walked
toward the read.
Dick is ten years old, weighs five hundred
pounds, is Of dark chestnut color bordering
on black, with black name, and tail that
sweeps the ground, and he knows no more the
use Of whip than as though one had never
been made.
Happy little Dick! May the loving hearts
of those who care for you never stop beating
while you live !-Beatrice
AN AFRICAN COOKING STOVE.
1t is not likely that any of our dear little
housekeepers, says the Hearth and Home, will
ever have to prepare for the table such deli
cate morsels as an elephants trunk and feet,
or the feet of hippopotamus. Still they
may like to know how the Africans who con-
slider these things as very dainty articles of
food, manage to cook them.
You may be sure the Africans have no
cooking stoves nor ranges like those on which
our dinners are cooked. They have an en-
tirely original invention Of their own.
When cook has to prepare the tempting
delicacies we have named, he digs in the
ground a round hole, about four feet in diam
eter, with perpendicular sides, like a we'll.
In this hole he kindles and keeps burning for
four hours, fiercely hot fire. At the end of
this time the sides of the small we'll will be
red hot, and the bottom will be covered with
mass of glowing embers. Directly upon
these Goals the cook places the feet and trunk,
which, protected by their thick, tough skins,
will not burn. He then covers the top of the
hole by laying across it long sticks Of green
wood, and lays over them few armfuls Of
wet flags, which he gathers for the purpose
from the banks of some neighboring stream.
He next spreads mud thickly over, and on
top of the mud he piles earth and sods, closely
beating them down. This is to retain all the
heat within the curious oven, an important
point, as thirty-six hours are required to prop
erly bake the enormous feet of the elephant
and hippopotamus.
When, at last, the anxious cook thinks his
viands are ready, he carefully removes the
sods. Under these he finds the coating Of
mud perfectly hard, like thick crust, while
beneath this the flags have retained sufficient
moisture to prevent them from burning, al
though the oven is still hot and steaming.
The cook has now to get the assistance of
one or two others to lift out the heavy and
hot feet, which they lay upon mat covered
with green reeds, instead of. on dish.
The great black feet do not, at first, seem
very inviting, but after "the shoes"-that is,
the skins-have been removed, perfectly
white and very tempting looking meat is ex-
posed, which is said by those who have tried
it, to be delicious, and to speak volumes in
praise of this African cooking-stove.
I'll Run FOR H1M.-A few days ago, 1
was passing through pretty shady street,
where some boys were playing at base ball.
Among their numbers was little lame boy,
seemingly about twelve years old-a pale,
sickly-ooking child, supported on two crutch-
es and who evidently found much difficulty
in walking, even with such assistance.
The lame boy wished to join the game for