The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-06
THE FIREMAN.s STORY.
BY WILL CARLETON

BY WILL CARLETON. .Flashn was q whi,e-foot sorrel, an run on Not much stable manners-an average horse to see; Sorional in his methods-s,rong in bis loves an hates. No, very much respected, or popular ,mongs, his mates; Dull an moody an sleepy on ons' an auie, days: Full of ,arb fen, sour looks an small, sareas- tic ways. >eowled an bit his partner, an banged the stable floor With other tricks intended 10 designate life a bore. But when; bet day or night time. he heard the alarm bell ring. He'd rush for his place in the harness with a regular tiger spring, An watch with nervous shisers the clasp of buckle an band. tn'il il was plainly ev den, he'd like to lend hand. An when the word was given, away he would rash an tear. As if shousan' witches was rumpiin' up his hair, An wake his mate up crazy with it's magnetic charm: For every hsofbeat sounded a regular Ire alarm. Never horse jockey would worship an ad- Like Flash. in front of his engine, araein , with fire Never horse $ 2 lary so dawdlin' an so slack. As Flash upon his return trip, a-dra~ in , the engine back. -Nos. when the differcn, horses gets tender footed an old. isey ain no in our business 50 Flash" was finally sold To quiet respectable milkman, who found II not quite so inc A-bossin' of Gods creatures outside O the,r regular line. Seems AS II I could see Fash, a-mopin' along here now, A-feelin' that he was simply assistant 10 a COW. But sometimes he'd imagine he heard the alarm bells din. An jump an rear for a moment before they could hold him in An once. in spite O his master, he sirolled in 'mongst us chaps, To talk with the other horses, of other fires perhaps, Whereai the milkman kicked him: wherefsr, us boys 10 please, He begged ,ha, horses pardon upon his pended knees. Rut one day, for big fire as we were maxim dash, Both O the horses We had on somewhat re- semblin' Flash" fe.lin' an ringin' an rushin' xiih excellent voice an heart, Ne passed the poor old fellow a-tuggin away al hIs cart. if ever see an old horse grow upward into a new, If ever see driver whose traps behind him flew. Twas that old horse, a-so@psn. ah'sas4sa' down the track, An that respectable milkman atryin' to hold him back Away he dashed like cyclone for the head of No. }. Gained The lead. an kept II, an strered his journey free, Dodgin' wheels an horses. an' stif on the keenest silk,s An furnishin' all ,ha, district with good. re spectable milk. Crowds a-ycliin' an runnin', an vainly hol lerin'. Whoa " Mllkman braein' an sawin', with never a bit of show. Bremen laughin' an chuckhn', an hoilerin' Good go in,' Hoss a-ge,,in down to il. an sweepin' along like sin. Finally come where the fire was. halted with "thud," >eni the respectable milkman heels oyet head in the mud Watched ill he see the engine properly work in there After which he reiinqushed al interest in the affair. Moped an Wiited an aaA Adled-fAded ava, once more, look up his old oce patton ot voting life bore: Laid down m his harness and-sotry an 10 say l he miikman he had drawn there drew his dead body away. That's the whole O my story I've seen, nor IT once or twice, That poor dumb animals actions arc full of human advice; hu' if you ask what "Flash" taught | simply answer YOU then. That poor old horse a symbol oi some intelligent men.
 -Yayter'5 Msga=.se.