Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-04-12
A Hoss as WAS A Hoss.
The Colonel Rivals the Arabian In En-
thusiasm for His Steed.

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The love which the average Kentuckian
bears his horse would, if he bestowed 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 a regard so deep and
melting in devotion.
The other day Colonel Powell, Of Ken
lucky. moved into our neighborhood.
Five minutes after introduction l knew
him to be the second cousin Of old Gen.
Gatmore, who owned Claybank, Won
derful horse, that young Nat SEWER offer
ed $500 for one Sunday when Joe Billings
rode with him over to the pike on spotted
mare, once the property of Luke Daniels,
who bought the roam horse from Sam
Caldwell, who rented the SpiceT place af-
ter buying the bay FLY which old man
Spencer gave $500 for at a sale held on
J0hnsOn's stock farm. l thought he would
present a bill for this information, but he
didn't, continuing to enlighten me on
points Of which, without his aid, would
ever have remained ignorant.
"YOu know lobe Spillers, of course?'
s'NO," | replied.
''What!' he said, in a tone of regret,
''dOn't know lobe? Why he bought the
BeasOn tive-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 Colonel,
although prodigal, yet not desiring a fur
ther Intellectual squander, left me to
fight my way alone in the fogs of non
information.
He moved into a house adjoining mine,
and the first thing he did was to convert
the wOodshed into stable. Shortly
afterward he insisted on my coming over
and looking at his horse. Finally, yield
ing to persuasive earnestness, 1 went
over. Conducting me to the stable he
opened the door and said:
"NOw, here's a boss that is a boss.
Whoa, DiOmede"
l recognized at once that the animal
was evidently a horse. He had the con-
ventiOnal four legs, two ears and a tail,
but aside from these points l saw nothing
to convince me that he was a ''hoss' that
was ''hOss."
"Yes," replied, ''he's a horse"
''YOu bet he is. Look at his eyes, will
you? Whoa, sab! Did you ever see such
a tail? Whoa, sab! Just look at his
head, will your"
l saw at glance that he had head,
and acknowledged as much.
''YOu bet he's got head. Well, sup
pose we 90 into the hOuseY'
We went in and he talked about horses.
elbow old is your little boy?" l asked.
give years old next spring. l bought
him at a sale held on the Bragg place."
"What! bought the bOy?"
son, no; the boss. Thought you was
talkin' about him. DON'T know how old
the boy is" casting a careless glance at
the child. 'WeH, suppose we go out and
look at the boss again."
He reminded me of a man inviting some
one to drink, and as l had no horse to "set
up" | suggested to the Colonel that l did
not care for any more, and that 1 did not
like to see all Of the expense fall on him,
but he generously waived my objections
aside and again conducted me TO the
stable.
''Haye you noticed his fetlOcks?v
He had me there, for | was not certain
40 to what constituted his fetlOcks, but
noticing my embarrassment the Colonel,
in his unbOunded generosity, pointed
them out, and said:
''Just as careful about trimming 'em as
a barber is about cuttin' the hair of a
Senator. Whoa, DiOmede! Look at that
step, will you? We are neighbOrs now,
you know, and whenever you want to
look at him, why, just come over"
l acknowledged his kindness, and we
went back to his house, when, after Sc
curing more lore that impressed me how
ignorant had been my former life, / arose
and remarknd:
"Well, Colonel, have business on hand
and must leave you"
"Oh, don't be in a hurry" he replied /;
"we'll 90 out and look at the horse again
pretty soon. Don't forget to come over at
any time"