Morning journal and courier., 1890-05-09
THAT MAN WAS MOODY.
The Stranger Who Gallantly Rescued
 Fallen Horse.

The Stranger Who GallantlY Rescued
 Fallen Horse.
 From the New York Sunl
 An interesting incident of more than usual dramatic power occurred about dusk Wed- nesday evening last, as the rain was falling softly and dripping men and women were hastening home to warm houses, dry cloth ing, and the other comfortable attractions of home about dinner time, when out-of- doors is as disagreeable as rain and mud can make it. A fashionable turnout-coupe and team was being driven rapidly along Twenty ninth street toward Fourth avenue, when the of horse, making misstep on the slip pery pavement, plunged moment as he strove to recover his balance, then, with a twist of his body in the stiff harness that must have been exceedingly painful, fell 1 heavily on his right side. The headway of the carriage and the rapid pace of the team could not be instantly stopped, and as the l splendid animal struck the pavement he was l carried along over ths stones, lunging and 1 struggling distance of seventy-five feet, in l a curve toward the south side of the street. | The near horse, frightened by the plunges of his fallen mate, began to rear. His eyes 1 flashed, his nostrils distended, and in 8 mo- | ment he would have been beyond the control of the driver, who shouted to the passers- by 1 to seize him by his head. A crowd quickly gathered, the horses were stopped, but not quieted, for a new danger was apparent. The struggles of the fallen horse were threat ening each moment to disable if not break | the legs of his mate, who stood trembling and panting and jumping at his side. Ev- 1 eryone tried to do something, no one did anything. Excitement and confusion seemed 1 to paralyze every effort at extrlcation. The driver held the standing horse by the head |, but was helpless at the heap of troubles that confronted him. At this moment stout gentlemen with book under his arm, who | had been an earnest observer of the early scenes of the accident, seeming to realize the need of a controlling head, handed his book l to a bystandsr, rushed to the front of the team, and with a word of authority that had i power enough in it to move regiment,
 caused every one present to realize that general had command now who knew what
 to do and had force enough to have it done.
 Loose that pole strap was the first order.
 Easier said than done; the harness was l tight, but the pressure of the fallen beast
 had made every strap as tight as fiddle string A strong hand hauled on the strap Intellectually. Can't be done, said he: l Can't be done2' said the stout man. 1t must be done. Get hold here,' and seizlng the strap himself with two others, a tug or l two mighty power loosened the buckle, and 1 the pole was free. Now the traces,' the stout man cried. It was wonderful to see how every one took fire and jumped at his word. The fallen horse was held by one at the head, by another at the feet, and after few short and swift tugs at the various straps the standing horse was free and the prostrate horse was slowly induced to rise, | and the accident was over. The team was safe, not a strap cut, not bruiss on either
 beast, and heavy burden was lifted from every heart. A sigh of relief escaped from more than one mouth, and the driver looked as if he had inherited fortune. The stout
 man resumed his Bible, for that it was, and
 walked quietly away, evidently in deep satis-
 faction. Few present recognized that it was
 Ar. Moody, the great evangelist, who was re-
 turning from his afternoon meeting at the church corner of Twenty-ninth strees and l Fifth avenue. His warm heart has led him to give his life to saving his fellow men from
 sin, but it is big enough to be deeply touched by dumb beast in trouble, and the
 same sympathy and energy that gives i'm
 pulse to thousands in his daily addresses Is also at the service of the lowliest creature
 that needs helping hand.