Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1892-04-20
AN expeNs@e LESSON.
ssiil the old Driver Felt That He Had
 Cured the Hor<es of Rafkiny


 ssiii the old Driver Felt That He Had
 Cured the Horses of Baking.
 1t is pleasant to succeed in what we undertake, but success is some times purchased at too high price. A farmer had two very handsome horses. of whose excellent qualities he was very proud; but unfortunate ly they had acquired the reprehen- cible habit of baking, which at times caused their good master much am noyance. One warm day in August he WAS driving to town with load of hay. It was not only an unusually large load. but the hay was of fine quality. and the farmer felt an honest pride in driving through the village with it.
 Just as he arrived at the top of the knoll that looked down upon the main thoroughfare, a long street lined on either side with stores and shops. the horses came to a dead standstill and refused to move an other inch. Neither kind words nor the moderate application of the whip had the slightest effect and the farmer was in despair.
 Suddenly a bright thought occurred to him. Well, I guess these horses will change their minds in about two minutes" he said. smiling.
 Rolling two large wisps of the dry hay he placed them carefully under the stubborn animals; then he made a smaller wisp to serve as a fuse, lighted it and placed it in such a po- sition that the flame would soon reach the other wisps. Then he clambered upon the load again and took the reins. chuckling over his plan. a
 It succeeded The horses, feeling the unusual and disagreeable heat, stepped forward briskly, but only just far enough to escape the effect of the flame. Then they stopped again. In vain did their master from his lofty perch urge them on and snap his long whip They were mo tiouless.
 The farmer reflected. 1t appears to me, he said, a moment or two later, there's an awful lot of smoke for a mighty little blaze" But as the smoke increased he first won dered, and then slid to the ground to investigate.
 The little blaze he had kindled under the horses was now exactly under the big load of hay, the bottom of which was already burning in fine style Something had to be done.
 Mounting the load with all haste. he seized fork and began to throw the hay in all directions. His work, however, soon came to a stop, for the horses, feeling the warmth of the second confagration, started of again, this time in good earnest; and the luckless farmer was glad to get to the ground as best he could < Down the street sped the horses, dragging after them, much to their discomfort, the great four wheeled bonfire. The villagers. looking up the street and seeing the flying ami malls pursued by the enormous ball of flame, fed for their lives. Staid old farm horses tied to posts along the street broke their halters and clat- tered down the hard road Women screamed and dogs parked. and some excited person, under the impression that the whole town was afre, rushed for the engine house and rang the bell vigorously.
 Just what would have been the outcome it is difficult to tell, had it not been for the fortunate fact that the wagon soon became too much burned to hold together The char rcd wreck dropped in the middle of the road, while the horses, still drag ging one blackened pair of wheels, continued their flight several miles further.
 When. an hour later, they were re- turned. with bloodshot eyes and bad ly singed tails, to their owner, he gaGed upon them with a mingled look of sadness and triumph. and ex- claimed: Well, you pesky critters, I guess I've rarned you to balk"- Youths Coupan.on.