The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1892-08-20
GUS BkuMLER'S FLIER.
lie Wade TIC Distance from Viva
dO:te to Trenton.

How He Made TIC Distance from VIVIAN.
do:te to Trenton.
Ii any n wants to go from Wy
andotte to Trenton ahead of train
time l would reccomend him to Gus
Baumler. Gus Baumler keeps a run
ming horse with which he ferries
through Wayne county mud people
who are in a hurry. Gus driver had
me pretty well under way for Tren-
ton before I realized that I 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
Medicines and a high, proud head.
"He's a fier," said the driver.
HE is, eh2 Has he ever flown
with you?" I asked.
Eyes, you bet he has. Steady,
Bill! whoa, darn you! I'll knock it
out of you in a minute!"
"Say, hold i'm DOWN. said. II
never flew anywhere. I'd rather 90
On a run Or a trOt."
Just then a railroad engine belched
a cloud Of black smoke out Of it's
stack about a hundred yards away.
Bill stopped SO short that l nearly
took a 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 can 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!"
1 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 Bills
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 for
the next minute Bill received a cuss-
ing that l expected to see him kick
on. He had made a final attempt
to go i've the ditch sideways.
I'll get out so he won't have SO
heavy a load to jump the fence
with" Il suggested. It'll get in again
on the other side"
II can hold him." declared the
driver in q mezzo voice. He never
ran away with me but once. He's a
mean beggar. He can go. though.
He's gone in 0:53."
| began to wish he had gone in SO
or some other year earlier than my
time.
But the engine had now fallen a
little behind Bill and he showed
signs of a desire to go ahead. The
driver eased off an inch on the lines
and Bill made a clean standing jump
of about twenty feet. He went
along kangaroo fashion until the
driver eased off several inches on
the lines and then dropped into an
easy canter. The driver still held
his chin down pretty close to his
neck, but his back was bumped a
good deal. In a few minutes we
drew near to a carriage containing
two men driving a trotting horse.
Come on" yelled one of the men,
take a little of our mud" "Gosh"
said my driver, with a broad grin,
eff l let Bill straighten his back out
those fellows wouldn't know what
went by EN-"
LET i'm straighten it," I said,
with sudden desperation.
l got my next breath at Trenton.
Detroit Journal.