The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-24
THE WHITE HORSE.
A Story That Is Not Likely to Take its Place Among the Worlds
 Imperishabie Truths.

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 ~Tell me about the elephant that could talk" said young Mulkittle Co old Ike, when the black romancer had shut the door to keep out the rain.
 "Oh, tole yer bout him long time ergo. Mos forgot dat ole raskil. Neber tole yer bout dat ole white hoss, did Il? Say, seed dat groeeryman put out CT bushel CT apples fur de white folks dis mawnin'. Promise ter fetch me out CT few ter sorter liven up dumplin' CT two an I'll tell yer bout der hoss."
 The boy promised and the old man, seating himself on the bed, which he had drawn near the fire, reflected few mo- ments and began as follows
 Long time ergo, when vus CT young an mighty 'bitious man, my ole marster had CT white hoss. He alius 'peered ter hab CT bad cole when we wanted him ter work, an de way he wou' snort an groan erroun' wu1 CT caution ter see. knowd dar want nuthin' de matter wid him, an tole ole Mars' one day dat vsz gwineter plow dat hoss, sick UT no sick. Do ole genner- man sorter smiled an says, says re :: Ike, I b1eves yer's right erbout das hoss, fur it looks ter me mighty like he's playin' de possum.' Wall, kotch up ole Sam, es we called him. Oh. he coughed an coughed, am hawked am spit, but want no use, fur tuck him out ter de sep an wa'aed hi: ole jacket fur him. Dat night dar wuz CT nigger dance bout f. miles rum our place, an CT didn' feel like walkin' 'cluded ter ride ole Sam. He coughed an coughed, an hawked am spit when put de bride on him, but uh huh, dat didn' make no diff ference fur had dun sot my head on goin' ter dat dance. De moon wux shinin' almos' CT bright ez day when rid out inter de big road, an' wid good feelin' dat wuz gwineter hab power full good time, kicked ole Sam an started of in CT trot. hadn' gone very fur tell de road 'peered ter git naner, am de fust thing knowed. tho'n bushes gunter rake my laigs. stepped. 'Ef hain' got on de wrong road sI, de debil is CT shoat. b'lebe I'll turn back. Come roun', Sam.'
 ~Ain't gwinetez do no sich nv CT daim thing says se, loolin' roun' at me wid CT frown.
 Il neber wuz more 'sprized ih my life, fur didn' know dat de blame hoss coup talk like CT human. Come roun' heah, Sam, am doan ack CT fool,' sT. Come on, l sayl Efyer doan, I'll saw yer wid de bit Den he broke ont in CT big haw, haw-a reg1ar hoss laugh. He had dun tuck de bridle o6en his head am had hung t on . bush. Look heah, Sam,' sT, dis aint no way fur er white hoss ter ack. Ef yer wus CT niggex wouldn' 'speck nuthin' better Q yer. Come on roun' nov an' les git in de big road
 "Lessen ter me 4 minit Ike says ze.
 When 1 dida' want ter work, yer driv' me out ter de 6el' an' made me drag dat plow. didn' say nuthin', fur 'cluded ter wait tell 1 had CT chance. Wafi, de time hab come an I'm gwineter use yer. l un'erstan' dat yer's sot out ter go ter e nigger dance, but reckon yer won't 70. Oars gwine ter be CT hoss dance bout ten miles rum heah an reckon ycru % dar wid me-
 @I tried ter get od, but reachin' roun' he almoS tuck piece outen my laig. Den, wid q mighty jump, he flew through de woodA Neber seed q hoss run Q ssncs ds day wus bornsd. Herun ober ds hickory saplin' an' s.raddled de paw paw-Hcked de bark of de oak an knocked down de sassakss. los' my hat los' my coat, an'-jeS q true ez teis yer-I wuz q hoss trostin' Toagside ole white. Sun, I he'd de feeiin's o' sr man an vooldsr turzsd hack, but oae San tnck ne by d. na.san' Asw wid nc through d woods. Arter q Ieag time vc come ter q open place. l sehex seed de Ike q hoses ia my lila. HesA Aa ccase Kam ebery 4reckshss, i, ea' iorni1 q ss4 d 'guafx daace. One Eg sie scnil hsdes fiddle aa' q yeung lcokis' nag Flowed q ho's- l wuE shevsd h srnosg lem, as' hsah ! wsnt