Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-09-16

TIE OLD MANS TALE.
e ~ About q Tia Pail and Mare. an,
RemarkabIe Indeed.

e ~ About Tia Pail and Mare. ana
RemarkabIs Indeed
He was sitting on the lower forward
deck OF one OF the Staten Island rapid
transit ferry boats, He was an old man.
with serious expression in his gray
ayes, and his mouth above his snowy
beard was thin and tightly closed. He
did not look at all like man who
would lie unless there was money to be
made by 50 doing. Yet the following
an acquaintance who came and sat near
him There we're several horses on the
boat, and few words to one Of thorn
gave the old man chance 10 unburden
his mind. This is how he did it:
Eyes, sir; talkin' Of horses reminds
me of snthin' that happened to mo
t'other day when / was out ridin' with
my little boy. We was in my buggy
an was drivin' that old mare o. mine.
You know that old mare. She amt got
no bad tricks an she never he'd. My
old woman has driv her ever sence got
her, an she never he'd no trouble o. no
kind with her. Well, sir, was drivin'
her. as I was a-sayin', with my little
Der what showery day It was last
Thursday Well, one o. them showers
come up when was a-drivin', an put
the mare in trot to git to shelter SOS
the boy wouldn't get wet Make her
20 faster, pop, says my little boy. an /
hit her lick with the whip to sort o.
hurry her up. First thing you know she
was goin' at a two-forty gait an leant
back an put the whip away. Jest then
we ran over tin bucket that was a-lyin'
In the road an somehow or other the
handle of the bucket got caught round
one of the spokes of the buggy wheel
an went a-circlin' round with it 1t
made the durndest clatter / ever did
hear, an it liked to have scarf the wits
clean out o. that there mare. She jest
laid back her ears, kim o snorted like
an bumped herself for all she knowed
| how. Go! i never seed the like in my
| life. She jest whizzed along, an every
time that old tin bucket pounded the
ground she bumped herself along faster.
You bet my little boy didn't tell me to
drive no faster then. He was as scarf
as the mare. / took him between my
knees an helt onto him tight Well, sir,
I don't know what wouldn't happened
If it hedn't ben that the tin pail fetched
loose from the wheel, an went whiz-
zin' by my head toward the mare, an II,
be gosh burned ii it didn't hit her in the
flank an ketch onto her tail an stick
there. That's what 1t did Then she
did go. D'yever see any race horses a
comm down the homestretch in . close
heat? Well. they wasn't q circumstance
to the way that mare O. mine run last
Thursday. She got right down close to
the ground an SKINNED along the street
like ligb thin express on down grade
with all the brakes wide open. The tin
bucket kept swingin' from side to side,
an hittin' her on first one flank an then
the other, an at ev'ry lick she went
faster. do reckon she was a-goin
most mile minute, when at last the
bucket broke loose from her tail. Their
, got a fresh hold on the lines
an sorter slackened her up, an
fore long she was a-trotting jes
as nice an easy rs you please
1t was the queerest thing that eyel
happened to me in all the years I'v.
been a-drivin', and / don't want nothip
like it to happen again. The next tim,
see tin pail a-lyin' in the road 20,
kin bet I'll give it all the room /
wants. Hello Here we are in tn,
slip. didn't think we was much pas
} Gov'nor's Island. l reckon we'd bette
be movin' to git off the boat"
l And the old man shut his lips clos
: together again and was lost in tn,
7 crowd which was Fastening to get u
town from the Battery. The man t.
} whom he had been talking was standing
3 stock still gazing after him and shaking
i his head slowly from side to side.-N
/ Y. Sun.