Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-10-12

\. Flash.


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THE r1REMAN's STORY.
Flash was white-foot sorrel, an run o.
No. 8:
Not much stable manners-an average hors
tosee;
Notional in his methods strong in loves an
hates;
Not very much respected or popular 'mongs
f bis mates.
Dull an moody an sleepy on aoif" an
quiet days;
Full Of turblent sour looks, an small sar
castle ways;
Scowled an bit at his partner, an bange'
the stable floor
With other tricks intended to designate life
bore.
But when. bet day or night time, he heart
the alarm-bell ring,
He'd rush for his place in the harness with
regular tiger spring;
An watch with nervous shiyers the clasp o
buckle an band,
Until it was plainly evident he'd like to lent
q hand.
An when the word was given, away b
would rush an tear,
As if thousan' witches was rumplin' up hi
hair.
An wake his mate up crazy with his mag
netic charm;
For every hoof-beat sounded a regular fir,
alarm!
Never horse a jockey would worship an
Like Flash in front Of bis engine, a-racin
with fire:
Never horse SO lazy, SO dawdlin' an s.
slack
As Flash upon his return trip, a-drawin' tn
engine back.
Now when the different horses gets tender
footed an old,
They amt no use in our business; SO Flasl
was finally sold
To quite respectable milkman, who found
it not so fine M
A-bossin' of Gods creatures outside O. thei
regular line.
Seems as if I could see Flash a-mopin' along
here now,
A-feelin' that he was simply assistant to
COW;
But sometimes he'd imagine he heard th
alarm-bell's din,
An jump an rear for minute before the.
could hold him in.
An once, in spite O. his master, he strollet
in 'mongst US chaps,
To talk with the other horses, of former fires
perhaps;
Whereat the milkman kicked him; whereof
us boys to please,
He begged that horses pardon upon hi
bended knees.
But one day, for. a big fire as We was maxim
dash,
Both o the horses we had on somewhat re
semblin' Flash,
Yellin' an ringin' an rushin', with excelIen
voice an heart,
We passed the poor old fellow, a-tuggin
away at his cart.
II ever see an old horse grow upwards int
a new,
# ever I see driver whose traps behind hin
few,
Twas that old horse, a-rompin' an rushin
down the track,
An that respectable milkman a-tryin' t
hold him back.
Away be dashed like cyclone for the hea'
of No. 3,
Gained the lead, an kept it, an steered hi
journey free;
Dodgin' the wheels am horses, an still o.
the keenest silk,''
An furnishin' all that district with goo
respectable milk.
Crowds a-yellin' an runnin', and vainl
hollerin', ssWhoa p
Milkman bracin' an sawin', with never
bit o. show;
Firemen laughin' an chucklin', and hollerin'
Good go in y
Hoss a-gettin' down to it, an sweepin' alon
like sin.
Finally come where the fire was, halted wit
a thud,''
Sent the respectable milknan heels owe
head in mud;
Watched till he see the engine properl
workin' there
After which he relinquished all interest i
the affair.
Moped an wilted an dawdled faded ava
once more;
Took up his old occupation of votin' life
bore;
Laid down in his harness, and-sorry I ar
to say
The milkman he had drawn there drew hi
dead body away.
That's the whole O my story: I've seer
more'n once or twice,
That poor dumb animals actions are full {
human advice;
AM if you ask what Flash taught, I simpl
answer you, then,
That poor old horse was symbol of som
intelligent men.
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