The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-08-09
The Story Of Frislv-Tail.

Frisky-Tail was horse. His dirty
white color and great clumsy head made
men call him the ugliest horse that even
was seen. [ won't call him "homely, .
you see, because the word always s1g-
gests much that is dearest and best to
me. The horse was ugly to look at, and
that was why he was sold cheap, to a
dump-cart man, who had a dump-cart
full Of children.
Now, there are thousands of dump
cart men, but this one did not hit his
horse with pieces Of board, nor swear at
him; and the big-headed horse began to
understand that he had got into good
society. His tail put on slzittish wag.
The children laughed at it, and forgot
to be afraid. When the horse got
through work and was eating in his
field by the cottage, Of an evening, the
children would look through the gate at
him, and as soon as he saw them he
would begin to run round the field and
dance about, to please them. In a lit
tie while, John, the largest boy, climbed
over the gate, and the old horse came
up and rubbed his nose on the boys
jacket. He turned very red in the face,
and then laughed so loud that his sister
said:
[ guess John was some afraid.
John declared he was not afraid, and
then all the children climbed over the
gate, with the exception of the little baby
brother, who tried to creep under the
lowest rail and got stuck in the middle.
They had to scrape his poor little nose
in the dirt before they could pull him
through.
On that evening the horse was very
quiet, and contented himself with the
oldest wags and twists and firts of his
ragged tail. His narrative never
paused for moment, but he seemed tC
know that it would not do to brighten bis
guests by any racing round or kicking
up of his heels in the air. Yet it came to
this before long, for the children were
never afraid after that evening; and
whenever the horse saw them coming he
would cut up all kinds of capers, and
they would roll on the grass together.
1t did not seem to make any difference
that the field belonged to rich man
who had spent his life in trying to prove
that the children of the poor know moth.
ing but misery.
To make change in the play. the
horse would sometimes take up the baby
brother by the dress, and gallon round
the field with him in his mouth, and the
delicate little fellow would laugh til
you could count every blue vein on his
fair brow. Then the horse would laual
too. Didn't the children hear him
The little baby brother grew sick. anc
one evening, when he was very weak anc
pale, he struggled up from his little bed
and said:
Me want to see Frisky-Tai
His father carried him to the window
where he could see the little field, anC
the children playing in it, with the ole
horse, and, gazing at them, the baby
brother laid his pretty head on his ia
theirs shoulder and closed his sweet ewes
only to open them in heaven. That wa.
how Frisky-Tail got his name.
Some years went on and the dump
cart man having done all that he hac
been put in the world to do God calico
him home, and the dirt on his idlt
dump-cart grew dry and crumbled
away.
The children told Frisky-Tail al
about their great loss, and he stood witt
his great clumsy head thrust over The
gate all day. Then they talked with the
neighboring children.