Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-09-20
Eas1raster fr,telIiQencer.
FLASH.

FLAsH.
THE BIRRMAN's STORY.
Flash was q white-foot sorrel, an run ON Nos
Not much stable manncrs-an average horse
Notional in his mcthods-strong in loves an
hates;
Not very much respected. or popular 'mongst
his mates;
Dull an moody an slcepy ON "on'' an quiet
days;
Full of turbulent sour looks, an small sar-
scowled an bit at his partner. an banged the
stable floor
With other tricks intended to designate life a
bore.
But when. bet day or night time, he heard the
alarm bell ring,
He'd rush tor his place in the harness with q
regular tiger spring;
An watch with nervous shivers the clasp of
buckle an band,
Until 1t was plainly evident he'd like to lend
hand.
rush an tear.
As IT q thousan' witches was rumplin' up his
HAIR.
An wake his mate up crazy with its magnetic
charm;
For every hoof-beat sounded regular fire.
alarm.
Never horse a jockey would worship an ad-
mire
Like Flash in front OF his engine. a-racin'
with fire;
Never q horse SO lazy, SO dawdlin', an SO slack
As Flash upon his return trip. u drawin' the
engine back.
Now. when tho different horses gets tender
footed an old
They amt no use in our business; 50 Flash
was finally sold
10 quite respectable milkman, who found 1t
A-bossin' OF Gods creatures outside o their
reg'lar line.
Seems as If could Flash a'mopin' along
here now,
A-fcclin' that he was simply assistant to
COW;
Rut sometimes he'd Imagine hc heard tho
alarm-bel' din,
An Jump an rear for a minute before they
could hold him in.
An once, I'm spite o. his master. ne strolled in
'mOngst MS chaps.
To talk with the other horses. of former nres'
perhaps;
Whercat the mi,kman kicked him; wherefore
us boys 10 please,
lie begged that horses pardon upon bis bond
ell knees.
But ono day. for Il big fire as VIC was maxim a
dash,
Both o. the horses VIC had on somewhat re.
I'M,
Ycllin' an ringin' an rushin', with excellent
voice an heart,
Wcpassed tho poor Old fellow, a-tugsin' away
ut his cart.
Ifeycr see an Old holse grow upw ards into &
new,
Ifever see n driver whose traps behind him
flew,
Twas that old horse, Tompin' AN rushin
down the track,
An' that respectable milkman atryin' t" hold
him back.
Away he dashed like a cyclone tor the neal o
No.
Gained the lead an KEEP: it, an stecrcd Iii
Dodgin' the wheels an horses, an still OH the
kcencst silk
An furnishin' I'll! that district with good re-
spectacle milk.
Crowds a-yellin' an runnin', an vainly hol
lerin': Whoa! ~
Milknlan bracin' an sawin', with never hi
of show;
Fircmen laughin' ami chucklin', anu hOllcr
in, Good. go in!"
HOss a-getttn' down to 1t, an sweepin' along
like sin.
Finally come where the fire was, halted will
a"thud."
Sent the respectable milkmen heels over heat
In mud;
Watched till he see the engine properly wolk
in thcre-
After which he rclinIuishcd sll interest in tin
affair.
Moped an wiltcd an dwilted-ia'led ava.
once more;
Took up hts old occupation of votin' life
bore;
Laid down In his harness., and-sOrry l am +
Tho milkmen he had drawn there drew hi
dead body away.
That's the whole o. my story. I've seen
more'n once or twice,
human advice;
An'f you ask what Flash taught, simply an
swcr you, then.
That poor old horse was symbol OF some IN
tclligcnt mon.
Viii Carleton in Hd,per'S Magazine.