The Portland daily press., 1886-01-04

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| me in the barn with his son.
$50 you think that you'll take her up, )" he
said.
| replied, guardedly, that l had concluded
to take Fanny back to the city.
''It amt a-going to be an easy job to ketch
that mare,' put in young Mr.. Coolbroth,
with an ominous shake of his head "She S
as wilds hook"
''Oh, yesl you know, his father sneered.
| Then, turning to me, he added: "The boy s
been tryin' ter ketch her, this mawnin'."
remarked that she would probably per-
nit me to capture her, as | had always pet
ted her great deal.
"May be-" answered the young man. "But
the other horses in the pascher'n foller her
round, an as soon as they git ter crowdin'
each other they'll go ter kickin'; an then, if
yer don't look out, yer'll git hurt
"Wal," said Mr.. Coolbroth, ''the frs
thing is ter bait 'em. You an Mr.. White
take some oats out 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 couple of feeding measures,
| into which he threw a few handfuls of oats.
and one of which he 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 box which.
my companion informed me, contained salt
meanwhile uttering peculiar cry; it sound
ed like jeckjeckj jeck jeckj jeckjeck, repeat
ed an indefinite number of times.
Come along with me-" said young Mr..
Coolbroth. 'If yer hoss knows yer yer may
be able to ketch her right off,
And we proceeded toward the equine occu
pauts of the pasture, some twenty in mum
ber, which were feeding in a drove furlong
distant. Pretty soon Mr.. Coolbroth, pere,
caughs sight of us.
''What'r goin' down there for, George
Henry?" he called out. Don't yer know
any moren ter run ahfter hoss when yer
want ter ketch him. ?'
you've got to tole them hosses up ter yer,
an how do yer expect ter do it without show
in EN- the grain?" asked his son.
''You keep out o. the way, an they'll come
all right" Mr. Coolbroth hallooed in a tone
of intense disgust.
Il tell yer they wuntp'
81 tell yer yer don't know nothin' about it,
yer young fool Don't / salt them hosses
ev'ry Sund'y? An don't they come 'thout
any trouble, ev'ry time? Come up out O.
there!'
The young man never needed his fathers
command, nor vouchsafed a 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-
membering what had been said about the
danger of getting kicked, / kept at safe dis
tance.
The elder Mr. Coolbroth, apparently salts
fed with the situation, resumed his calling.
Presently, several of the horses, finding that
they had no chance at the oats, began to
wander off.
There, yer doin' finely, amt yer?" called
Mr. Coolbroth, derisiyely.
'Im tolin' 'em along, an they won't come
without tolin'," was the sulky reply.
Il tell yer they will!''
81 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 a retort:
''Wal, do it yer own way, an see how
yer'll come out"
'Jeck-ieck-jeck, jeck- -jeck- -jeck,' resumed
Mr. Coolbroth. 1t was certainly an effect
i've cry. The horses followed, their eyes fixed
on the salt-box, and their ears pointed for
ward.
ob; b;,,,h ic daaI lilo him -
he remarked, as reached his side. when
yer git sight of a big trout it ain tany use ter
go thrashin' inter the water, throwin' bait at
him, an scarn' him ter death. You've gut
ter work him easy, an tole him out ter you.
An it's the same way with hoss.'.
He began to pour the salt out upon the
ground, in little piles, but about ten feet
apart
Eyes; it's good deal like fshin'," he
went on. s'When yer amt ahfter fish, there's
alwys plenty to 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 l could git nowhere
near her. Now's she's tame as a circus hoss,
an yours is the shy one"
His mares alw'ys the shyest hoss in the
pahscher," said young Mr.. Coolbroth with a
pronounced sneer.
''No 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 wentabout among the
horses, and endeavored to approach Fanny.
He shook his oats seductively, he spoke fiat
teringly of her good qualities, he produced a
very good imitation of a whinny, but in vain; !;
she obstinately refused to be approached
within nearer distance than fifteen feet
Finally endeavored to make some impress
sion 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,
until tried to walk up to her, when she
quietly moved away as L advanced.
''She knows yer ahfter her, remarked Mr.
Coolbroth. ''She knows; an she don't want
ter leave. Hoses git a family feelin' ahfter
bein' in pahscher tergether for WHILE
An then this Buxton mares been putin
ideas inter her head. | wisht yer could ha'
seen Them TWO mare SSO lor john Midi
shall Loveitt'S hoss. when put him in here
lahs' night. They gut him up inter corner,
an sir, they kicked him clean over the
fencen'
did it kill him?" 1 asked, thinking some
what anxiously of possible claims for DANA
ges.
'Kill him? No! There he is, now. Amt
a scratch ON him, an they're good frien's
now. Hoses alw'ys have little time glttin'
acquainted, yer know. But that mare
yourn amt slow with her heels" And Mr..
| Coolbroth shook his head.
81 never knew her to kick before" l said.
| ''Do you think she'll be likely to do so when
she's harnessed?"
lord, mop he answered, reassuringly.
She'll be as quiets lamb when yer'ye once
| gut yer hand on her. What'r' doin' now, yer
| blasted fool?"
| This question was addressed to young Mr..
Mr.. Coolbroth, whose persistent attempts at
capture had finally drove Fanny to retreat
at a canter
"There's only one way ter ketch thatma .