Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1886-01-15

effort to cure her before 1 thought OF buying
another horse or course, he said, she was
a fne mare, and, under the oircu instances, he
could, without hesitation, advise me to con-
suit with this doctor.
The doctor reafirmed the necessity of blis-
tering, and 1t is but fair TO say that he ar
gued his point we'll After fruitless allu.
sion to a blind barred shoe, yielded, and
conHded Fanny to his care. then arranged
the terms Of pastursge with Mr.. Coobroth.
When l started TO drive away, the doctor
walked up to my buggy, rested one hand up
on the tire OF the Wheel and one foot upon
the hub, and remarked, with seriousness,
that II might be necessary to blister twice
the price would be three dollars for single
blisteiinR, and FIVE dollars for two. He
Bdvocatt d the second bis log. II was slso
desirable to make some arrangement for
quartering Fanny comfortably while she was
under treatment. The expense Of the whole
would not exceed ten dollars For that
| amount he was willing TO take entire charge
Of the mare until she was turned loose. |
passed him ten dollar bill, aud drove hssti-
ly away.
Six weeks later l went out to Mr.. Cool
broth's again, to bring Fanny back to metro.
politan life. Mr.. Coolbroth had been ap-
prised Of my coming and was waiting for
me in the barn with his son.
80 you think that you'll take her up" he
said.
replied, euardedly, that had concluded
to take Fanny back to the city.
1T amt going TO be an easy job to ketch
that mare" put In young Mr.. Ooolbrotb, with
an ominous shake of the head. She's as
wild's a hook"
"oh, yes you know" his father sneered.
Then, turning to me, be added ''The boys
ben tryin' ter ketch her, this mawnin'."
1raI sl..N. - I.at.I
NIT me TO capture her, as l had always pet
ted her great deal.
May be-" answered the young man. "But
the other hosses in the pshscher'll foller her
round an as soon as they git ter crowdin'
each other they'll go ter kickin' an the en-, il
yer don't look out, yer'll git hurt"
"Wal," said Mr.. Coolbroth, 'the first
thing is ter bait em. You an Mr.. White
take some oats with yer, an I'll call the
hosses down ter the knoll out back o. the
| house"
So saying he left the barn. His son there
upon produced a couple of feeding measures,
into which he threw a few handfuls of oats,
and one of which be consigned to me. When
we went out into the pasture, Mr.. Coolbroth
| had already taken up his position on the
knoll, and was shaking about q box-which,
my companion informed me, contained salt
-mesnwhile uttering a peculiar cry it
sounded like jeckzjeck jeckjeck jeck jeck, re-
peated an inde finite number of times
Come along with me, said young Mr..
Coolbroth III yer boss knows yer, yer may
be able to ketch her right off,"
And we proceeded toward the equine oc-
cupants of the pasture, some twenty in num-
Der, which were feeding in drove a furlong
distant. Pretty soon Mr.. Coolbroth, pere
caught sight of US.
What r yer goin down there for, George
Henry 2" he called out. Don't yer know
any more'n ter run shfter a boss when yer
want ter ketch him =
You've got to tole them bosses up ter yer,
an how do yer expect to do ii without show
in EN- the grain p asked his son.
you keep out O. the way, an they'll come
all right" Mr.. Coolbroth halooed in a tone
Of intense disgust.
Il tell yer they wunt"
Il tell yer yer don't know nothin' about it,
yer young fool Don't | salt them hosses
ev'ry Sund'y9 An don't they come 'thout
any trouble, evry time? Come up out O.
there!"
The young man neither needed his fathers
command, nor vouchsafed q reply. He was
now within few yards Of the leader Of the
horses, all of which had been slowly grazing
along toward us. The animal came warily
to close quarters and took a mouthful of oats.
Young Mr.. Coolbroth then edged away. Re.
memberng what had been said about the
danger of getting kicked, kept at a safe
distance.
The elder Mr.. Coolbroth, apparently salts
fed with the situation, resumed bis calling.
Presently, several Of the horses finding that
they had no chance at the oats, began to wan
der of
There, yer doin' finely, sin't yer ?" called
out Mr.. Coolbroth, derisively.
asI'n tOlinf fem alonU an fhav won't emma
tcithout toln'," Was the sulky reply.
II tell yer they will.
~ tell yer they wunt!"
You come up out o. that pahscher, this
minute !" commanded the old gentleman, in
a tone of voice that forbade further discus
sion. His son sullenly obeyed, not however,
without retort
"WAl, do it yer own way, an see how yer'll
come out"
"Jeck- -jeck .jeck, jeck jeck- -jeck," resumed
Mr.. Ooolbroth. 1t was certainly an effective
cry. The horses followed, their eyes fixed
on the salt-bo1, and their ears pointed for
ward.
"Ketchin' bosses is good deal like fshn',"
he remarked, as reached his side. when
yer git sight Of big trout, it sint any use ter
go thrashn' inter the water, thrown bait at
him, an scarin' him ter death. You've gut
ter work him easy, an tole him out ter you
An it's the same way with a boss.
He began to pour the salt out upon the
ground, in little piles, but about ten feet
apart.
Yes it's a good deal like fshin'," he
went on. when yea amt Ahfter fish, there's
slw'ys plenty ter ketch but when yer take
yer pole an go ahfter 'em, yer don't see moth
in but minnies. Now look..at that Buxton
mare. T'other day l wanted ter take her up
ter look at her feet, an couldn't git nowhere
near her. Now she's as tame's a circus boss,
an yours is the shy one"
His mares slw'ys the shyest boss in the
pahscher," said young Mr.. Coolbroth with
pronounced sneer.
mo she amt, either !" retorted his father,
angrily. He added to me, 'the boy don't
know nothin' about hoss, an he thinks he
| knows it all"
The young man now went about among the
horses, and endeavored to approach Fanny.
He shook his oats seductively, he spoke fiat
teringly OF her good qualities, he produced
very good imitation OF a whinny, but in vain
she obstinately refused to be approached with
in a nearer distance than fifteen feet. Final
ly l endeayored to make some impression
upon her myself.
Fanny" said, "old Fanny, don't you
remember me? What makes you so shy, old
girl?"
But she absolutely took no notice of me un-
til tried to walk up to her, when she quietly
moved away as l advanced.
"She knows yer aItter her, remarked Mr..
Coolbroth. "She knows; an she don't want
to leave. Hoses git a family feelin' ahfter
bein' in pascher together for a while. An
then this Buxton mares been putin ideas
inter her head. wisht yer could ha' seen
them two mares go for John Marshall Love
tits boss, when put him in here last night.
| They got him up into corner, an, sir, they
kicked him clean over the fence I"
did it kill him ?" asked, thinking some
what anxiously of possible claims for dam
| ages.
'Kill him? No! There he is, now. Amt
a scratch on him, an they're good friends
now. Hoses always have little time gittin
acquainted, you know. But that mare o.
yourn aint slow with her heels, and Mr. Cool
| broth shook his head.
II never knew her to kick before" l said.
do you think she'll be likely to do so when
she's harnessed p
Lord, mol" he answered, reassuringly.
"She'll be as quiet as a lamb when you've
once got yer hand on her. Whatr yo' doin'
now, yer blahsted fool 2"
This question was addressed to young Mr..
Coolbroth, whose persistent attempts at cap
ture had finally driven Fanny to retreat at a
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