St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-03-09
BOAK AND THE HORSE.
AN OLD MAID TALKS WITH A LITTLE
WHITE ANIMAL AND LEARNS
SOMETHING.
A General Disquisitiom Upon Men and
Wonien and the Aaimat Kingdom.

attention was drawn to little white horse,
with a buggy fastened to tree waiting for
his master. A little white horse is so cum
ming, gazed with admiration upon the
comely little animal, he turned his cunning
little eyes toward me and gave me kindly
look, as if he meant to be friendly.
Good morning little horse / said-you
have kind eyes are you good or naughty
little horse? He could not speak English
but he seemed to understand me and talked
to me with his eyes, l did not place my
hand upon his head caress him, call him a
noble panimal, fatter him as men do. l do
not deem it wise to be too familiar or too
affectionate with strangers.
Little horse did you ever run away and
knock down school children, break street
lamps, carry away gates, smash rail fences,
terrify street car passengers. pedestrians,
equestrians and at last break your masters
buggy, be stopped at last in your reckless
career led back to your master covered with
dust and dishonor get scolded and perhaps
whipped for your disobedience? The little
animal winked. He had heard his master
say a woman could not keep secret and
knowing it was stigma upon the reputa-
ton of a high toned horse to have been
guilty of so terrible crime as run away he
did not feel disposed to confde in me the
history of his past life. Finally l succeeded
in winning his confidence and he told me
a tale of woe.
Does your master treat you kIndlyl No,
said he sadly. I am obliged to stand
here fastened to tree sometimes in the rain
no one has politeness to offer me an UNI
brella Although am of more importance,
more useful to man than all the animal race
yet am looked upon as only horse and of
no importance. Sometimes / am obliged to
stand in the cold when Master says mercury
is forty below until my muscles ache and my
bones are sore, the snow streaming into my
eyes until l am almost blinded, then they
whip me to make me go. If l am slow they
call me an old poke stupid animal and
then perhaps l am sold for an old broken
down animal. The only liberty horse
knows is when he breaks loose and runs
away. Then he is ever after con-
demned for his wickedness. There is a
money value upon me that makes me the su
perior of laboring man and saves my bones
and flesh from Inartyrdom. Sometimes l
am obliged to stand while some one plaits my
name to make me handsome or fine looking.
| do not wish to be beautiful. My only de-
sire is oats, and shelter from the storm, and
a runaway occasionally to vary the monot-
ony of life. Horses require stimulants as
well as men. It is hard to always be driven
and have no amusement. A runaway is the
only luxury horse knows. No season has
its charms for him. In the summer he is
toasted alive with the heat of the sun and
choked with the dust. In winter the ice and
snow freeze my soul and bones-spring
brings midland am forced to drive through
mud splash, splash, until my eyes are like
mud balls. Then / must stand to have nails
driven into my feet to be shod.
81 tell YOU it is no trifing matter to bea
horse. If there is one thing frightens q
horse more than another it is when drivers
curse and swear. They tell us to go to a
place where wicked people go; abuse our
relatives as if horse cares whether his an
cestors were noblemen or knaves. As l told
you before, all horse wishes is oats, shelter
and a runaway sometimes.
Do you ever get whipped? he asked of me.
No. l do not go to school now, and l have
no husband. | am the most despised of all
creatures. am an old maid, poor and
alone. 1t is trial, vexatious to be wo-
man.
Would you run away now if you we're
loose, little animal?
do not know what might do if 1 were
free.
Let US have runaway and create sensa-
ton among the boys and frighten the girls,
for there is nothing more comical and yet so
terrifying as runaway.
The eyes of the little animal Iwinkled at
my suggestion and the enjoyment in store
for him, but the thought of a blue coat an d
brass buttons, street parade, to abide in a
government building filled me with dread
melancholy to realize. Alas my love of
military glory vanished. / walked away
conscience smitten, how wicked was to
tempt comely little horse. | was worse
than Satan; was a woman. A woman and
COW were the cause of the great fire in Chi
cago. When men drink to excess woman
is the author of their guilt. l had grown
much wiser. had solved great mystery.
/ had learned why horses run away. One
can scarcely walk the streets of st. Paul with
out hearing an oath. Drivers,
men and boys cursing and swearing at each
other and their horses as if horse had a
soul to save. 1t is not surprising the cursing
and swearing frightens the horses and they
run away. For the horses seem to have more
reverence, more fear of the wrath of a just
God, than the so called enlightened human
beings. Why, oh why, must the name of Our
Heavenly Father the creator of all, the God
of love and mercy the author of all good be
blasphemed. Why does mankind call for
vengeance upon the name of his God for the
smallest provocation. Does the profane one
stop to think before he utters an oath! Does
he realize the sin he commitsl 1 can safely
answer no; or he certainly would not swear
Swearing is an evil habit that can be over
come with watchfulness. Let every man,
woman and child in st. Paul make vow to
stop swearing for three months Perhaps,
then the run Always will cease, for tell you
it frightens the horses. If God should grow
weary of hearing His sacred name blasphemed
and sweep the city with cyclone the swear
ing would cease. Tempt not the Lord thy
God.
Let us mediate upon the nature of man
and the animal. How nobly horse will run
to fire. But at times it seems Satan enters
the horses as well as human beings. There
Is a strong likeness between man and the
animal and where there is likeness of fea-
ture there is likeness of character also. l
have seen animals with higher sense Of
honor and seem to have more soul than
some human beings. True we all know a
dog whose master is a gentleman is more
genteel than a laboring man or woman. The
air of the laborer is poor but
the dog is aristocratic. His lord and lady
would rather eat with the pet dog than the
servant.
Where does the life of the animals go after
death? Why do they seem to have know
ledge of good and evil. When cat is alone
she will jump upon the table ana run away
with the food. A mouse will retreat when
footsteps are heard, dog will hang his head
when his conscience upbraid him, horse is
spirited Independent and reins alone can
hold him.
God gave His Son to teach us the way to