The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1891-01-20

and tells how this horse looks in har,
ness and what a fine driver he was
and that If could see him cavorting
around would be sure to like him.
Then says he land he took seat)
''neighbor Seele, at your tine of life
you ought to commence to enjoy your
self some. 1t is shame for you to
let Mrs. Seele and these fine, interest
ing children languish for the want of
exercise and enjoyment" Mrs. Seele
glanced at me and l saw [ had to give
in. Well we buy the horse, and as |
didn't have buggy and a plenty of
other team, told Mr.. Bondholder he
could take him home with him. Says
he, "Mr. Seele, you think a heap of
Ze5. Vance and so do |, let US name
our horse Zeb. Vance" | was very
glad he said that, for | was thinking
of the same thing, so said very well,
and we called him Z9b. Vance. Well,
every once in a while | had to go to
town to get some coffee or something,
and | was very apt to see Mr.. Bond
holder with his friend Mr. National
Bank out driving Zeb. Vance. Well
Mr.. Editor, it was pretty sight, |
can tell you. Z9b. was rugged up with
gold mounted harness and nice silk
sash around him. He would lay his
tail over on t1e right side and let it
lay there awhile, then he would lay it
over on the left and let it lay there;
he would gracefully shy from this
objecs on the left and that object on
the right. The town~band was play.
ing a tune on one occasion, called
"The gold bugs are coming" and,
Mr.. Editor, that horse actually kept
time trotting on them streets to that
tune. Wesl I can tell you l was very
proud OF that horse, and | would
stand around and call the boys atten-
ton to our horse, and I told them
what'he could do and praised him so
much they got to thinking as much of
Zeb. Vance as Mr.. B. or I.
This went on for a long time, but
| could never find time to take Mrs
Seele or the children out to ride. The
fact is, we got poorer and poorer all
the time, and didn't even think of
pleasure Well, last week lost one
of work horses, and l thought to my
self it was good thing went in with
Mr.. Bondholder to buy that horse. I
went to see him about getting Zeb.
Vance to plow. He said it was all
right I could take him along. He
was smiling all that time to hi nself,
and said he would go with me and see
how zeb. died. | put good pair of
black harness and iron traces on him.
Z9b. looked like he was thunderstruck.
He was right suIlen but l got him be-
fore the plow right smart easy. |
threw my rope bride over his head
and went to the plow to start him off
Now, Mr. Editor, what do you think ?
Zeb. Vance would't move an inch. l
tried to coax him but that wouldn't
do. | tried scolding and that DIDN'T
do any good. Mr.. Bondholder smiled
worse than ever, and at this l got
mighty mad, for I had been sending
lots of my best hay, oats and corn to
feed Zeb. on all the time. Mr.. Bond
holder had been driving him. |
jerked the lines smartly and gave Zeb.
cut. Well sir, with that he com,
menced to kick. I jerked out my
knife and was going to cut his throat,
but Mr.. Bondholder caught ho.d of
me and told me it was unlawful, it
was unconstitutional, it was injustice
to undertake to make Eco. work with
that kind of gear. Well l stood and
looked at the man and then at the
horse. The horse looked at Mr.
Bondholder. After awhile Mr. B.
says to me: "Let me take the horse
nome again and maybe the next time
you will have a different kind of gear
and work for him. let him go, but
I amt satisfied. The town folks are
all down on me, and the newspapers
almost everywhere are abusing me
for trying to kill Heb. Now, Mr..
Editor, come to my assistance. Tell
me what to do with that horse, and /