Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-11-04
Flash.
THE FIREMAN's STORY

 Flash was a whito-foot sorrel, an run on No. 3: to see; Notional in his mcthods-strong in love an hates; Not very much respected, or popular 'mongst his mates; Dull an moody an sleepy on "off an quiet | days: Full of turb'lent, sour looks an small sarcas- scowlcd an bit at his partner, an banged the l stable floor With other tricks intended to designate life a | bore But when, bot day or night time he heard the ! aarm-bcll ring, He'd rush for his place in the harness with a regular tiger spring; An watch with nervous shivers the clasp of | buckle an band. Until 1t wns plainly evident he'd like to lend | hand. An when the word was given, away he would rush an tear. As if a thousan' witches was rumplin up his hair, An wake his mate up crazy with it's magnetic
 charm: For every hoof-beat sounded regular fire
 alarml Never a horse jockey would worship an ad- Like Flash fin front of his engine, a-rac!n' with
 a fire: Never horse so lazy, so dawdin, an so slack AS fuhn upon HIS TcluTu d luo
 engine back. Now, when the different horses gets tender
 footed an old They aint no use in our business; so Flash
 was finally sold To quite respectable milkman; who fouRd 1t
 not so fine A-bossin' of Gods creatures outside O their
 reglar line. Seems as if l could see Flash a-mopin' along
 here now; A-feelin' that he was simply assistant to
 COW; But sometimes he'd imagine he heard the
 alarm-bels din. An jump an rear for minute before they
 could hold him tn; An once, fin spite O his master, he strolled in
 'mongst us chaps, To talk with other horses, of former fires, per
 haps; whereai the milkman kicked him; wherefor, He begged that horses pardon upon his bend
 ed knees. But one day, for big fire as we wns mnkin' a
 dash, Both q the horses we had on somewhat resem- Yellin an ringin' an rushin', with excellent
 voice an heart, We passed the poor old fellow, a-tuggin' away
 at his cart. If ever see an old horse grow upwards into a
 new. IT NNNI I btt d HuO5b lIdpS Dtuluu ullll Twas that old horse. rompin' an rushin'
 down the track. An that respectable milkman, a-tryin' to hold
 him back, Away he dashed like a cyclone for the head of
 No. 8, Gained the lead, an kept it, an steered bis
 Journey free; Dodgin' the wheels an horses. an still on the
 keenest "sik,' An furnishin' all that district with good re-
 spectacle milk. Crowds e.yeIlin .y an runninisepd vainly holler Mikman bracin' an sawin' with never a bit oi
 show: Bremen lagghin' an chucklin', and hollerln' Hoss a-gettin' down to it, an sweepin along
 like sin. Finally come where the fro was, halted with . Sent the respectable milkman heels over head in mud; Watched till he see the engine properly work
 in there After which he reunqushed all interest in tht
 affair. Moped an wited an dawdled-faded away
 once more; Took up his old occ'pation of votin' life ,
 bore; Laid down in his harness, and-sorry I am tc
 say Tho milkman he had drawn there drew hi
 dead body away. That's the whole O my story; I've seen. more'I
 once or twice, That poor dumb animals actions are full O An if you ask what Flash taught, simply an
 swer you, then. That poor old horse was symbol of some in Win Carleton, in Harper's Magazine for Oc tober.