The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-07-02

10 big sable 10 voluntoun 10 which
there ere thirty horses. i the most ismous
kicking horss il The state. She 10 not.
writes Norwich. Cona.. correspondent Of
the Nev Yssk Sss. like ordinary horses
lhat kisk. bel shs ~ talent Tor unique
ssd finished kiekisg. Her owner kssps
hss bssasss shs isssa squise cariosity.
Ghs kisAs ecstinuslIy. ard vhea thsss u
- live thisg V kiek Il ths usighbon ~.
sAs stsys Up nights pariag oG The top Of
The slall viii her Assik One evening .
isv days 20. Norwich trout hunter. 10
prowliss shout The stable. uDcoDsciously
sauntsrsd up toward the kicker 70 ct .
nearer visv Of elass frame, over The
ssall. 10 which was brown paper placard
bearing the singls word. in black ink.
Dangerous. He had just mastered the
word when thsrs sss couple sharp re'
porss. and small splinter from the TOP
board of The stall fsIl 4 his feet.
"Hi thsss," |" yelled ) hostisr. who va
rubbiss dovEta pair Of ssan hossss. ~
|yoa dsat vaas 70 - Kicked ont u ~
to~a yea'd bsttsr come away from that
stall."
"Whak does she kicky" inpocsntly in
quirsd The visitor. y another explosion
followed. which lowered the stall another
siyteenth Of q inch"
s.Kicki wal --ruthsri She kicks every.
thing and everybody. and al 1t The same
time"
"Bus how do you take care Of her then!
Does she kick your"
"Waal, MT 90 much. She don't kick
me oltener than four. or Ave times week; /;
but she can spot stranger every time.
She's sly one. though. just look At her
new"
The mare had turned her Arched neck.
and her full. liquid eye. which shoue red
violet 10 the glare Of the stable lantern.
beAmed with benevolsnce. and cosxing
invitation TO como up nearer.
"You orter seen her kick fellow from
the villaGs thst come in here drunk the
other night" remarked the hostler. II
told him TO keep away. but he lowed be
warn't afraid O. no kickin' horse, and he
walked up to the stall and said, Sob! Sail
what's eatin' on yer?" just then she
fetched him one. She kicked him clean
across the door. eighteen foot. without
touching the ground, and landed him on
the back of COW in the opposite stall,
ann then the COW kicked him half way back.
You see the COW warn't nigh SO good
kicker as the mare. Waal that feller was
plumb full when the horse lifted him, but
whom he got back from the COW he was
the soberest man you ever see. He didn't
say word, but slid out OF the stable quiet
and went home. Next night lie was in
here again. He came 10 kind O. softly,
aud suesked up where was ixin' up the
bedding for stall. and said 10 whisper.
IL that NJ spils driver 10 here tonight?'
II you mean that ar kickin horse. says I.
you cen just bet she i. 'Hoss.' says be.
Athat aiut no hoss. that's mule, them ar
things in the army, says be. IT was jest
sfore . battle, and she kicked me SO far
to the rear. that IL took me two days to
walk back. They was goin' to court. mar
tial me; but the same mule got loose the
night afOre the trial was to come of, and
kicked down the guard tent, and spiked
Two cannons with her heels. After that
they believed my story"
The Norwich man slept in neighboring
hotsl that night. and whenever he awoke,
tho distant subterranean thuds that were
borne through the moon light to his ear
gave token that the kicking horse was
keeping herself 10 practice.