Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1884-10-03
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The Colonel's Horse.

LAG SOAOACAo 4AOAoO'
The love which the average Ken
tuckian bears his horse would, if be-
slowed on human being, form a
beautiful picture Of brotherly affection.
In this world, though, it is not the
fate of man to be the happy recipient
of regard 50 deep and melting in d.
votion.
The other day Col. Powell, of Ken
lucky, moved into our neighborhood.
Five minutes after introduction | knew
him to be the second cousin Of old
General Gatmore, ,whoo oowned Claybank k
a Wonderful horse. that youpg Nat
sewer ON "a So 900 Tor one Sunday
when Joe illings rode with him over
the property o. Luke Daniels, who
bought the roam horse from Sam CaId-
we'll, who rented the Spicer place af-
ter buying the bay filly which old
man Spencer gave $500 for at sale
on Johnson's stock farm. | thought
he would present bill for this infor-
nation, but he didn't. continuing to
enlighten me Oh poin S of which, with
out his aid | would have remained ig.
norant.
you know lobe Spillers,o of course?'
No. l replied.
'Whatv he said in tone of regret,
don't know Tobs? Why, he bought
the Beason five year old last May
You know Ton Lyons, reckon?'
Never saw Tom
What! Why he gave Nick Pryor
two fifty for his sorrel, and the Colo
mel, although prodigal, yet not desir-
ing a 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 convert
the woodshed into a stable. Shortly
after he insisted on my coming over
and looking at his horse. Finally
yielding TO persuasive earnestness,
went over. Conducting me to the sta
ble he opened the door and said:
Now, here's hoss that is hoss.-
Whoa, Diomede.'
| recognized at once that the animal
was evidently a horse. He had the
conventional four legs, two ears and q
tail, but aside from these points | saw
nothing to convince me that he was 8
'hoss' that was 'hoss.'
Yes | replied, he's horse
You bet he is. Look at his eyes
will you? Whoa, sab. Did you evel
see such tail? Whoa. sab. JUS
look at his head will you::'
| saw at a glance that he had heat
and acknowledged as much.
You bet he's got head. Well. lie
ss go into the sonse.'
We went in and talked all abou
horses.
"How old is your little boy?' l ask
ed.
Five years old next spring, bough
him at sale held on the Bragg farm.
What, bought the boy9'
.Oh, no, the hoss. Thought yor
was talkin' about him. Don't know
how old the boy is,' casting careless
glance at the child. well, suppose
We 90 and look at the hoss again.
He reminded me Of man inviting
some one to drink, and as | had nj
horse to set up suggested to tn,
Colonel that | did not care for any
more aud that | did not like to see al
Of the expense tall on him, but he gen
erously waved my objections aside anG
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 fetl lock
but, noticing my embarrassment, th'
colonel in his unbounded generosit,
pointed them out and said:
Just as careful about trimming 'en
as barber is about cutting the hal
of a Senator. Whoa, Diomede. Lool
at that step, will you? We are neigh
bors now. you know, and wheneve
you want to look at him, why just ste]
over
| acknowledged his kindness and W
went back to the house, when, afte
securing more lore that impressed m
how ignorant had been my former life
l arose and remarked:
well, colonel, / have business OF
hand and must leave you
'Oh, don't be in a hurry he replied
well 60 out and look at the hoss a
gain, pretty soon. Don't forget t.
come over at anv time