The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-08-03
JOB PESEss' 'TSSfG
TERMS CASH.

grinding Increased in power, and
also the sound OF the cracking Of
u 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 Of hca. en- at afternoon filed
every window and aperture.
Here's Billy. exclaimed Mary p
antha, pushing opea door. We
entered u little shanty built like a
cupola On the dizzy summit of o
decrepit and artiQuated tenement
roof, and there all alone fully 200
feet from the ground, was a gray,
lean, starveling horse, bauling q
lever or bar behind him in a cir
Gle. He stopped bolt still when
he saw Maryantha, and this
brought from some other spot Of
shelter, a ltlle down the stairway,
an aged lrisbman with a whip
lash we'll worn, which he cracked
smartly and shouted Billy, git
up, ye lazy crature! Why, Molly,
how is the times wild ye, darIint?"
Maryantba took an apple from her
pocket and gave it to the horse,
which Judged to be about of her
own age, bordering on forty.
From the same pocket she pro-
duced a pair Of old cotton black
gloves, newly darned, and said:
Patrick, they're done for you
Now, in the name of sense. 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, indade. He turns the Uachi-
merry in fifty shops below; for the
cutler, the lath-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 iIigant invintion
have lived and brought up a
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 p On the lit, Johnny.
We hist him up once, and here he
stays for life. When be 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
good house under him, and
stable beyant there, upon the
same iligant roof: A blacksmith
shoes him when necessary or con-
vanient. He takes all the na-
lional 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 Maryantba and said:
How did you ever come to climb
to the top of this house, my
belle soeur {?
Paid for it, exclaimed Mary
antha, automatically. "A gentle
man with an electric light wanted
to get what be 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 fother
horses. .'-Johnny Bouquet, in Ne'o
! York Tribune.