Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-06-25
Only weary.
A ninety-two pound horse yanked an

A ninety-two pound horse yanked an
express wagon around the corner OF
Fourteenth street n. Y, recently, and
proceeded with great intentness of pur-
pose and lamentable and ever present
dearth Of wind down Fourth avenue.
His progress was materially impeded
by 200 pound driver, whose scheme
for urging the lightweight forward was
frs. to YEP "Y Y'up," and then to jerk
the reins violently. The horses efforts
toward increased sreed in response TO
the encouraging yell we're thus prompt
ly connieracted, his ambition was mp
ped in the bud. and his head pulled up
into tie air as though he were giving a
series of high comedy and disdainful
shifts at the stage door of Mr.. Wallack's
older theatre.
At the conner of Thirteenth street he
ceased moving, and gently tumhled
over in sections, like lin OF bricks,
until he lay in a dun-colOred and dis
hear-ened mass upon the downtown
car track of Mr.. NanGerbilt's road.
One fore leg was curled gracefully be-
hind his ear, while the other legs were
intricate.y Y entangled beneath him. His
tail rose from the general body OF con-
fused equine anatomy like pump han
Gle over which some sunburnt eel grass
had been carelessly hung.
-. knew you'd do that, We muZzle-
nos, d divil," said the driver, with the
evaporation of man who has fought
hard only to be overcome at last by the
inevitable. He gave the relns just one
more enthusiastic jerk and descended
TO the ground. Tie horse gave final
ard defiant sniff and closed his eyes.
Two minutes later and the air was
rent with execratiOns, anathemaS, and
snatches of the roots of early Irish ad-
jectiyes. The car drivers had arrived.
\ crowd gathered round, passing trucks
stopped near by, a scene painter thrust
his head from a window up toward the
sky, the hand organ played sweet
NiOletS" around the corner; the horse
slept on.
"Touch a match to his Sky-rocket
tail an blow the gllly out OF the thaay-
ter winder up there suggested a
truckman kindly. "It'll kill the gilly,
but it may save the horses life"
"Here, you," interrupted car-driver
excitedly to his conductor" pull HIM
off the track. Lend a hand, will yeZ?''
He seized one of the horses legs, and
pulled. The leg stretched out. Then
the driver paused for breath, and the
leg went back again. After exercising
on it with the same effect and with as
much satisfaction as is usually gained
from a health lift, he let go, jumped
once upon the horses ribs for luck. and
retired from the ring.
Try his tail"
The voice came from above. With
out more ado the car-drive- seized the
tail 1t proved TO be nOn-eIastic. He
was joined by others of his line. and
they tugged well together, while the
2O0-pound driver pushed hotly from the
other side. At last he moved. Con-
tinued and laborious effort landed him
at length clear of the track. Once there
he scrambled nimbly TO his feet, shook
himself, and gently waved his tail with
the expression of a horse that Is well
pleased with what is done. The not
and dusty drivers went silently back to
their cars, the man above SHE'D a paint
brush at the organ that played IS veet
Violets," and the 200 pound driver said
as he harnesSed her UP again:
"Y'divil. l knew you WIZ at 1t all
the tOimeh'