New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1886-09-19
4 FORSE THAT EATS OYSTERS.

AND ALSO SHOWS A FoNDNEss FOR FRUIT AND
OTHER DELEGATES.
As a TaiBCNE reporter passing down Worth-st.
toward the Bowery the other day. his attention
drawn to rather tempting displuy of oysters and
CLANS on the half shell stand behind which stood
a Jolly. ruddyfaced lrishman He saw the reporters
hestatng air. and smiling slyIy picked up an oy ster
knife, opened a big fat bivalve. and then walking
toward horse that standing near the stand
hitched to The oyster cart shouted William Su-
van" The horse oil attention at He cooked
his ears. threw up his head and stood motionless
"NOw yer villun, said the owner az he offered he
horse the oyster.
william" bent his head around, licked the
oyster clean out OF the shell swaye1 his head to and
fro aud rolled his eyes in ecstacy OF enjoyment the
oyster rolled down bis throat The reporter immed-
atcy called for oSaters aud the genial old of Erin
delighted with the OF his sratagem. opened up
conversation at once.
Hes darnt; his name is William Sullivan and
mine is Michael Sullivan Win did he begin to ate
oysters Whin he was very young and he's
oysters since That's why he's so healthy lie
amt known sick day. barring one tonne whin thin
devils in Chatham Square-bad TO thm-gave
him bad oyster That sort of wint aginst Williams
stomach. But be picked right up and now he will
ate clans, oysters. peaches and anything except
tobacco. which IN sorry didn't taohe HIM to ate
because it cures worms and he's twenty-three years
Old sor"
Mr. Su,livan's eye dill not finch, aud be resumed
Bill is a fone old Irish horse too He understands
Irish just well az English. Win the divils in
Chatham Square yell to him in English call him in
Irsh and be comes every tonne He ates dozen
so oysters and clans every day, only trate yer
know. Why does he lok thin We'll, now there's
no accounting for tastes. I've got dorg there that
IL
ing gaze, he pointed toward a window the third
floor of neghboring tenement house, where a
chair sat little black and tan, all eagerness TO ION
his master. The dOrg,' continued Sullivan. began
10 pick up the oysters around the cart and he'll
ate all give him
" Did You ever hear Of the Irish carpenter who put
blue spccaclcs on his Lorse 10 teach him 10 eat shaw
iugs = asked The reporter.
Faith chuckied Sullivan. d" I'd loke 10 the
man who could kape spcctacles or anything on my
horse"
Iii, yer viun." he shouted what are We doing I"
Bill had slipped the harness OF his head and
making vicious snap at passing horse
that's "a trick he learned whn | peddling
oranges Ia Madison Square and fth ave- lie used 10
sup the harness oil his head 10 get rid OF the
binders because he could thin all the ash barrels
lac " house IN Madison square and Bill made for
barrel IN front OF her house. She asked me would Bill
ate any thing. les mum. says l. II he II ate what's
N your barrel And she laughed sOr and had a
bushel of Dratics brought ont and Bill ate livery one,
sOr. be did. | would not take $500 tor Bill. He's
pet with US all So saying sullivan gathered up a
handful of oysters opened them and gave them by
one to " BIZ who licked them up greedlly and
with such apparent relish that his turned with
pride to the reporter and asked Isn't lie darlnt -