Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1885-02-20
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ZEKE'S MAD RIDE.
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Zeke was thought to be the Ounce of
Ne family. He wasn't dull exactly, but
because Of his quiet ways and his love OF
sleep he gotto be known Us the most back.
wara of the bright Burnwell boys. Zeke
was 30 lazy that he couldn't count, though
twelve years Of age When, along ABOUT
noon, his fnther would say: Run,
Zekc, and tell me what time it is. Zeke
would look at the clock and remark :
Little hands stickin' straight up !"
One day Jerry, the black man, made iun
Of Zeke, saying: "G'lsng wild We, ye
do'an know yer foot from hole in de
ground; g'way from heah en- larn to
count up yer A B Cs." What Jerry said
made the lad feel ashamed. That night
he covered his head with quilt, and
said to himself that he wished bugaboo
would catch him by the toes and take him
to the bad place.
As he was feeding tho horses next
morning he asked his friend Joe, the
stableman, how he could learn to count
Joe laughed and winked at big horse
named Bob. why, you poster you,
why don't you get up onto Bob's back
and count them air hairs iu his name"
That made Zeke's blood feel hot in his
face. "All right" he said, and bound
ing from the hay-mow he lighted upon
Bob's back. Bob WAS taken by surprise.
He wasn't in the habit of having boys
OIL his back at breakfast, so he started on
wild run. II Zeke couldn't count he
could ride horse as a swallow rides the
air. Away went Bob out the lane and
up the country road. Zeke grasped a
handful Of the name and began to pick
out the black threads.
Zone, two, three, four, FIVE" but
Just Us he was about to say six violent
jerk of the horses head drew the name
from his hand. Nothing daunted, how
ever, the boy began again. Bob was run
ming up the road at full speed.
Hal ha |" hallooed o man by the
roadside, "what are you dom ?"
Countin' hairs, said Zeke.
what a little fool |" exclaimed the
man; he might as well try to number
the hairs Of my head, but before he could
get through with his job every hair
would be gray"
Bnt the dashing horse and his bold
rider wGre out of hearing and out of
sight They went steadily on for nearly
Ill hour. Zeke had counted a thousand
and Bob's run had dropped into a swift
trot.
Hold on" said q gentleman whom
they met on the bridge; "where are
you going to without saddle or bridle?
Counting the hairs OF the horses
maine, replied Zeke, never looking up.
Why don't you count the hairs Of
his tail?' roared the gentleman. with
lhnoh lnerriment; but OH sped Bob with
Yoke bending closely over his neck.
Soon afterward the frightened horse
came TO the Schuylkll River. Into the
water he trotted, and soon he was swim.
ming for the other shore. This Zeke had
not expected. The shock OF the cold
water caused him to forget his count, ant
lie Was obliged to cling to the name t.
favehis life. "Anyhow," Zeke said, 81
find the name Of some use." When BOZ
Tracked the other bank he kept on as
mal;y as before, but seeing that his
rider was more than match for him, hi
ut List stopped short and began to turf
the head toward Zeke. Meanwhile Zekt
had given over his attempt to count the
hairs OF the name. What he was thinking
about was how he could procure bride