The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1882-09-30
FLASH.
THE FIREMAN'S STORY.

Flash with white foot sorrel, an rnn on
No. ):
Not much stable manners-an average
horse to see;
National in his methods-strong in loves
an hates;
Not very much respected, or popular 'monst
his mates:
Dull an moody an sleepy on "off an quiet
days,
Full of turbulent sour looks, an small sar-
castle ways;
Scowled an bit at his partner, an banged
the stable floor
With other tricks intended to designate life
bore.
But when, bet day or night time, he heard
the alarm-bel ring,
He'd rush for his place in the harness with
regular tight spring:
An watch with nervous shivers the clasp of
buckle an band,
Until it was plainly ev' lent he'd like to
lend a hand.
An when the word was given, away he
would rush an tear,
As if thousan' witches was rumpln' up
his hair,
An wake his mate up crazy with its mag
netic charm;
For every hoof beat sounded regular fire
alarm.
Never horse a Jockey would worship an
admire
Like Flash in front of his engine, a-racin'
with fire.
Never horse so lazy, so dawdlin', an SO
slack
AS Flash upon his return trip, a-drawin' the
engine back.
Now when the different horses gets tender
footed an old
They amt no use in our business; so Flash
was finally sold
To quite respectable milkman who found
it not SO fine
A-bossin' of Gods creatures outside O their
reg'lar line
Seems as if could see Flash Il -mopiu along
here now,
a feein' that he was simply assistant to a
COW;
But sometimes he'd imagine he heard the
alarm bells din,
An jump an rear for a minute before they
could hold him in;
An once in spite O. his master, he strolled
in 'mODgst us chaps,
To talk with the other horses of former fires
perhaps;
Whereat the milkman kicked him; where
for, us boys to please,
He begged that horses pardon upon his
Bonded knees.
But one day, for big fire as we was maxim
dash,
Both o the horses we had on omewhat re-
sembled Flash,
Iellln' an ringin', 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 in
to a new,
If ever l see driver whose traps behind
him flew,
Twas that old horse, a rompiu' an rushin'
down the track,
An that respectable milkman, a-trin to hold
him back.
Away he dashed like cyclone for the head
of No. 5,
Gained the lead, an kept it, an steered his
journey free;
Dodgin' the wheels an horses an still on
the keenest rilk,
An furnishin' all that district with good
respectable milk.
Crowds a-yellin' an runnin', and vainly
hollerin', whoa"
Milknan bracin' an sawin', with never a
bit of show;
Fireman laughin' an chucklin' an hollerin'
Good. 60 in!'
Hoss a-gittin' down to it, an swhepin' along
like sin.
Finally come where the fire was, halted
with thud,"
Sent the respectable milkman heels over
head in mud
Watched till ne see the engine properly
workin' there
After which he relinquished all interest in
the affair.
Moped an wilted an dawded-faded away
once more;
Took up. his old occupation of votin' life a
bore;
Laid down in his harness, and-sorry L am
to say
The milkman he had drawn there drew his
dead body away.
That's the whole O. my story; I've seen,
more II once or twice,
That poor dumb animals action are full of
human advice;
An if you ask what Flash taught, l simply
answer you, then,
That poor horse was a symbol of some in
telligent men.