The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-08-03
JOB PRE.v'TASG
DONE WITH NEATNESs AND DISPATCH
TERMS CASH.

grinding increased in power, and
also the sound OF the cracking of
Il whip. The roofs Of the sur
rounding blocks fell far beneath
us, the panorama of both rivers
extended to the neighboring green
Of Battery park, and the white
light CT heaven at afternoon filed
every window and aperture.
Here's Billy exclaimed Mary
antha, pushing open door. We
entered u little shanty built like a
capola on the dizzy summit of a
decrepit and artiquated tenement
roof, and there all alone fully 200
feet from the ground, was q gray,
lean, starveling horse, ebauling a
lever or bar behind him in a cir
Gle. He stopped bolt still when
be saw Maryantha, and this
brought from some other spot Of.
shelter, title down the stairway,
an aged lrisbman with a whip
lash well WORD, which he cracked
smartly and shouted /: Billy, git
up, ye lazy crature! Why, Molly,
how is the times wild ye, darlint?"
Maryantba took an apple from her
pocket and gave it to the horse,
which l judged to be about of her
own age, bordering On forty.
From the same pocket she pro-
duced pair of old cotton black
gloves, newly darned, and said:
Patrick, they're done for. you
Now, in the name ofsense, said
|, what is this horse doing at
this height above the ground?
Hes furnishin' stame power, sure
enough" cried Patrick, hitting
Billy over the raw with his whip.
lash. Steam power, do you say?"
"Iis, indadc. He turns the machi-
merry in fifty shops below, for the
cutler, The Iath.maker. the carpen-
ter, the butter-churner, the box.
maker and the cooper + And
you sell this power made by the
horse, as you would sell steam
power from shafts and belting?'
That's it, exclaimed Patrick,
and BY the same iligant invintion
| have lived and brought up
family for twinty years. In the
city of Bilfast it was my trade,
Between Frankfort street and
Wall street, east of Broadway,
there be above twinty horses
furnishing power like Billy there!
G'lang, Billy, and let industry
continue
How do you get the steed up
here Pat?' On the lit, Johnny.
We hist him up once, and here he
stays for life. When he stays for
life. When he is foolish enough to
die, be jabers we lower him down
upon the same lift and present
him to the mayor and corpora.
ton
Then he never feels the solid
ground under his feet at any time
for years p 'Niver, but be has a
good bouse under him, and
stable beyant there, upon the
same iIigant roof. A blacksmith
shoes him when necessary or con-
vanient. He takes all the ma.
uonal holidays ating oats, and
very Sunday the swate church
bells remind him that it's day of
rest, and he's av the highest blood
in New York. Billy is the twelfth
horse, my friend, that has divided
me solitude: and me altitude, too,
at No.--Gold street.
I turned to Maryantha and said: :
How did you ever come to climb
to the top of this house, my
belle soeur?'
Paid for it, exclaimed Mary
antba, automatically. a gentle
man with an electric light wanted
to get what he called the census,
or senses, of this district, to know
how many little shops and people
used power. He supposed it was
steam power but l followed the
belts and shafts up and discovered
Billy, and Patrick, andlots of other
ses.'-Johnny Eouquet, in New