Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-07
the RUSH OF THE TEAM CARRIED INN OFF ms FEET.

CAIN no mule gwine kick me man.
my The little negro boy would say
doggedIy: al ain gwine stop mules
Der ain no money stoppin' mules; en-
dey's too handy wild der feet. I'm gwine
stop boss en- buggy wild a little CURL in
dem.''
dat all nousinse, boy; You ain big
huff. II anythln' happens to her little
boy, gracious goodness, watts yo' ole
nanny ter do? You des min wat !
tell yer, W EN- run way horses come you
des run hard, quick s you kin terreckerly
ter 20 ole mammy's arms. She look
fer her little boy, deed she will. :"
Here she would open wide her arms
fold him close to her breast, and rock
gently to and fro. But she could not
coax him from his castle. He was sure
to return to it. To be sure he disliked 10
hold the castle contrary to his dear
Nanny Sues wishes; but, then, he
thought that 1t was all for her, and she
would be so happy when it all came true
and he put the great roll of money IN her
hands.
When he was out delivering the shin
ing white clothes that nanny washed
SO clean, he would loiter along the ave.
rues where people were most accustomed
TO drive, and would look longingly up
and down the roads for runaway teams
Sometimes he would stand in the middle
of the avenues, in danger of being run
over, and growl gently to himself, "De
ole plugs ain got spuuk huff to run
way wild muffin But il one waits
long enough all things come. The little
negroes chance came at last.
He had just turned the corner Of q
busy, crowded street. He had not sx-
pected to meet his castle there, but
down the street hardly two blocks was a
sudden commotion. Drivers were turn
ing their heads and then urging their
teams to the sides of the street. People
ere orowding to the edge of the side
walks. He knew the signs at once-he
had looked for them, dreamed of them
SO long. He darted between some
wagons that lined the curb and ran to
the middle of the street.
A team of frightened horses, harnessed
to light buggy, were galloping madly
forward. His castle in Spain was rush
ing down upon him with the speed of
hurricane. Wagons were striving wildly
to clear the road and avoid q collision.
''Make way, make way!" men yelled.
Ay, make way for the little negro boys
castle.
As the team approached one could see
that there was lady in the buggy; one
could hear the rattle of the wheels and
the pounding of the hoo.s. Terror was
In the air.
"Get out of the way, you fooll Come
back, come oack!" someone roared
from the sidewalk.
The lady in the buggy was too fright
sEed TO know that the cries were adj
dressed to little ragged negro boy run
ming toward her plunging horses. Her
eyes were fixed down the street, where a
arge truck mad become wedgsd among
'oms other wagons. There was no room
Tor her team TO pass. Men were hurry
ng about working wildly to free the |
wagons and clear the way. Could it be |
cleared in time? The mad rushing of |
Ter team and the awful pitching of the |
buggy from side 10 side had left in her
,ut little capacity to feel new terror; but
leavy blackness seemed to settle down
lpon her as she realized that the yay
'ould not be cleared in time.
And yet had she but known IL a BOYS
ambition, boys dream, q little negro
'oy's castle in Spain lay between her
nd the tangled wagons.
1.-the child will be killed!n shouted
be crowd in terror. But Henry Clay