The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1883-07-04
Story OF a Runaway.

While the Boulevard from Macomb's |
Dam bridge road to the park was crowded
with all kinds of pleasure equipages about
seven o'clock Tuesday evening, great ex-
element was produced in the vicinity of
One Hundred and Fortieth street by a
frantic cry of "Clear the track A runa-
way Drive on the sidewalks p A man
in light road wagon was driving his
horse toward the park on run and
screaming this warning to the drivers in
the street. Behind him, in the middle of
the broad thoroughfare, powerful roam
horse was dashing madly down the street,
drawing top buggy, which swayed from
side to side, while little girl of thirteen
years chung desperately to the lines, with
white face and streaming hair. Every
body gave the runaway vehicle a wide
berth. Men in light wagons whipped
their horses frantically upon the sidewalk,
coachmen drove their carriages hurriedly
to the side of the road, ladies and gentle
men on horseback galloped wildly to the
fences, and although sympathetic women
in their carriages screamed and men
turned pale, no one made the slightest
effort to assist the child, who, without
looking to the right or left, was scream
ing "Oh, won't somebody save me- Oh,
somebody stop him What shall do
Oh, what shall do ~
A quiet looking man in clerical frock
coat, who was meditatively driving
large "buckskin horse before light
road wagon toward the city, heard the
warning cry of the man who was trying
to clear the road, and looked around Just
as the roam horse, on frantic run, was
passing One Hundred and Thirty-ninth
street, and all the vehicles were crowding
to the left hand side of the road. The
quiet man, without moments hesitation,
put his horse, which was fast one, to his
speed, and drove swiftly beside the run
away steed.
"Don't be afraid he called cooly to
the child, who chung to the lines like a
little heroine. Now, do just as tell
you Hang on to the lines, and pull most
on the left, and when tell you to jump,
do it, Will you mind what say P"
EYES," answered the little girl; "but
save me, oh save me if you can
The quiet man gave the buckskin horse
a cut with his whip, and the animal broke
into gallop, and brought the seat of his
masters wagon even with the runaway
horses head. The man quickly wound
his lines about his right hand, and with
the left seized the runaway horses bride.
The frantic beast plunged and erked his
head away, almost dragging the man from
his seat, and dashed on, the man losing
his hat and whip. But he at once drove
alongside the horses head again, and
again seized the bride, which was again
torn away from him. He drove up again
and made third attempt, and met like
failure. Z" Don't give up" he called to the
child, who was losing courage and crying;
"just hang on to the lines" Then, in very
vigorous language, he exhorted some of
the horsemen whom they were flying past
| to come to his assistance, but not one re-
| sponded. The two animals, in this time,
had run down to One Hundred Twenty
Eighth street, and between One Hun
dred Twenty-ffth and One Hundred
Twenty-sixth streets lies heap of stones,
mortar and bricks, where a building
is in process of construction, and toward
this jagged pile the quiet man, who
was still driving beside and encourage
ing the girl, saw that the runaway horse
was headed, and knew that he must make
final effort to stop the animal at once.
He drove up beside the head of the beast
again, seized the bride, dropped his lines,
and, calling to his own horse to stop, he
sprang to the ground, dragging the runa-
way horses head with him, and, after a
sharp struggle, brought the brute to a
standstill and took the child, who was al
most fainting, from the buggy.
The little girl said that her father, who
had been driving with her, had been run
over at One Hundred and Thirty.sixth
street, and that the horse had run from
there, distance of more than a mile.
The quiet man drove back to look for the
father, and met him driving down in a
grocery wagon to look for his child, whom
he expected to find dead or dying in the
road. He was not very badly hurt. He
said that he stopped in the road to check
up his horse and gave his little girl the
reins. Some other horses came up behind
and startled the animal, and it bolted.
He chung to its head and was dragged a
block, when the beast got away and the
wheel OF the buggy went over his own
leg. The quiet man drove them both
home, but declined absolutely to say who
he was. His name is very we'll known in
New York, however, for the little girls
rescuer was none other than the famous
Chilly McGlory, who is a fine horseman,
and whose previous training has been cal
culated to give him the nerve and courage
he displayed to so good effect.-N. Y.
Times, June 7.