The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1884-09-06
The COlOneI's Horse.

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The love which the average Kentuck
ians bears his horse would, if bestowe,
on human being, form beautiful pic
ture of brotherly affection. In thi
world, though, it is not the fate of mai
to be the happy recipient of regard 81
deep and melting in devotion.
The other day Colonel Powell, o
Kentucky, moved into our neighbor
hood. Five minutes after introduction
l knew him to be the second cousin O.
old General Gatmore, who owned Clay
bank, wonderful horse, that young
Nat Sewer offered $4,000 for one Sun
day when Joe Billings rode with him
over to the pike on a spotted mare,
once the property of Luke Daniels, who
bought the roam horse from Sam Cald-
well, who rented the Spicer place after
buying the bay flly which old man
Spencer gave five hundred dollars
for at sale on Johnson's stock farm.
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uing to enlighten me on points of which,
without his aid l would have remained
ignorant.
"You know Tobe Spillers, ofcourse?"
"No," l replied.
"What!" he said in a tone of regret,
"don't know Tobe? Why, he bought
the Beason ive-year- old last May. You
know Tom Lyons, reckon?"
"Never saw Tom."
"What! Why, he gave Nick Pryor
two fifty for his sorrel," and the Colo
mel, although prodigal, yet not desiring
further intellectual squander, left me
to fight my way alone in the fogs of
non- information.
He moved into a house adjoining
and the first thing he did was to con-
vert the wood shed into stable. Short,
ly after he insisted on my coming over
and looking at his horse. Finally
yielding to persuasive earnestness, 1
went over. Conducting me to the
stable he opened the door and said:
Whoa, Diomede."
l recognized at once that the animal
was evidently horse. He had the
conventional four legs, two ears and
tail, but aside from these points l saw
nothing to convince me that he was a
"hoss" that was "hoss"
eyes," I replied, she's horse"
"You bet he is. Look at his eyes,
will you? Whoa, sab. Did you ever
see such tail? Whoa, sab. Just look
at his head, will you?"
saw at glance that he had head,
and acknowledged as much.
''You bet he's got head. Well,
suppose we go into the house"
We went in and talked about horses.
"How old is your little boy he asked.
"Five years old next spring. |
bought him at sale held on the Bragg
place."
"What bought the boy?"
"Oh no, the hoss. Thought you
was talkin' about him. Don't know
how old the boy is, casting careless
glance at the child. "Well, suppose
He reminded me Of man inviting
some one to drink, and as 1 had no
horse to "set up" ] suggested to the
colonel that I did not care for any
more and that l did not like to see all
of the expense fall on him, but he gen
erously waved my objections aside and
again conducted me to the stable.
"Have you noticed his fetlocks?'
He had me there, for was not GER
tain as to what constituted his fetlocks,
but noticing my embarrassment, the
colonel, in his unbounded generosity,
pointing them out and said: ''Just as
careful about trimming 'em as a barber
is about cuttin' the hair of senator.
Whoa, Diomede. Look at that step,
will you? We are neighbors now, you
know, and whenever you want to look
at him, why jus: come over"
acknowledged his kindness, and
we went back to the house, when, after
securing more lore that impressed me
how ignorant had been my former life.
l arose and remarked:
"Well, Colonel, 1 have business on
hand, and must leave you."
"Oh, don't be in hurry" he replied,
"we'll go out and look at the horse
again, pretty soon. Don't forget to
come over at any time"
OP1E P. READ.