The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1892-08-13
GUS BAuMlER'S FlIER.
NO" ne Made the Distance from Wyan
NOtta to TrnnfNn.

NJ" He Made the Distance from Wyan.
dotte to Trenton.
Ii any II wants to go from Wy
andotte to Trenton ahead Of train
Tune l would reccomend him to Gus
Bauinler. Gus Baumler keeps a run
ming horse with which he ferries
through Wayne county mud people
who n in a hurry. Gus driver had
me pretty well under way for Tren-
ton before l realized that | had start
ed. l was also under a heavy fire OF
mud from the heels of Gus Baum
ler's running horse.
whoa, Bill. Darn your skin. I'd
jest like to take a little Of it out OF
you," said the driver. Bill looked
like an accordion horse. He had his
neck up from the first jump, and
when the driver pulled with all his
might on the lines Bill bumped his
back like an angry cat. He was a
fine looking horse, with clean limbs
when washed, a lot of nervous bull
headedness and a high, proud head.
Hes a fiier," said the driver.
HE is, Ell? Has he ever flown
with you2" 1 asked.
Eyes, you bet he has. Steady,
Bill! whoa, darn you! Ill knock 1t
out of you in a minute!"
"Say, hold i'm down. said. II
never flew anywhere. I'd rather go
on a run or a trot."
Just then a railroad engine belched
q cloud of black smoke out of its
stack about a hundred yards away.
Bill stopped so short hat I nearly
took q header. The driver quickly
wrapped the lines around his hands,
and holding a tight rein kept his
eye on Bills ears.
There's a funny thing about a
horses ears. He "a turn them in
any direction, like tunnels on a
steamship.
Bill stood just a second or two
shivering with fright or cussedness.
Then he leaped sideways into the
air. Look out-he's going to fy!'
yelled.
II can hold him." said the driver
However, he appeared to me to be
too self confident.
Bill danced along sideways and ap
peared about to vault the ditch
The train pulled down toward us
and at every puff of the engine Bill's
front feet went up in the air.
Say" I asked, 'do you think he
could jump the fence with the buggy
and not hurt us?"
"Bill!" yelled the driver, and fol
the next minute Bill received a cuss
ing that l expected to see him kicl
on. He had made a final attempr
to go over the ditch sideways.
I'll get out SO he won't have sc
heavy a load to jump the fence
with" suggested. It'll get in agar
on the other side"
II can hold him." declared thu
driver in a mezzo voice. He never
ran away with me but nee. He's ;
mean beggar. He can go, though
He's gone in 0:53."
l began to wish he had gone in 5;
or some other year earlier than my
time.
But the engine had now fallen
little behind Bill and he showed
signs of a desire to go ahead. Thu
driver eased off an inch on the line
and Bill made a clean standing jum]
Of about twenty feet. He wen
along kangaroo fashion until tn
driver eased off several inches o.
the lines and then dropped into al
easy canter. The driver still hel'
his chin down pretty close to hi
neck, but his back was bumped
good deal. In a few minutes w
drew near to a carriage containing
two men driving a trotting horse
"Come on" yelled one of the mel
''take a little of our mud" Gosh
said my driver, with a broad grin
"if 1 let Bill straighten his back on
those fellows wouldn't know wha
went by EN-"
Let i'm straighten it," I said
with sudden desperation.
l got my next breath at Trenton
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