The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1892-10-13
GUS BAUMLER'S FLlER.
How He Made the Distance from Wyan.
dOtte to Trenton.

How He Made the Distance from Wyan
dotte to Trenton.
If any one wants to go from Wv
andotte to Trenton ahead. of train
time 1 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 hurry. Gus driver had
me pretty well under way for Tren
ton before I realized that I had start.
ed. I 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
flne looking horse, with clean limbs
when washed, lot of nervous bull.
headedness and high, proud head.
He's tlier," said the driver.
He is, eh9 Has he ever flown
with you9" I asked.
Yes, you bet he has. Steady.
Bill! whoa, darn you! I'll knock it
out OF you in a minute!
"Say, hold i'm down,"I said. ~
never flew anywhere. I'd rather go
on a run or trot."
just then railroad engine belched
cloud of black smoke out of its
stack about hundred yards away.
Bill stopped so short that I nearly
took header. The driver quickly
wrapped the lines around his hands,
and holding 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 fyr
yelled.
81 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" asked, "do you think he
could jump the fence with the buggy
and not hurt usl"
Bill" yelled the driver, and fol
the next minute Bill received a cuss
ing that l expected to see him kick
on. He had made a final attempt
to go over the ditch sideways.
I'll get out SO he won't have sc
heavy a load to jump the fence
with, " I suggested. "I'll get.in again
on the other side"
II can hold him." declared tn,
driver in a mezzo voice. HE neve
ran away with me but once. He's
mean beggar. He can go, though
He's gone in 0:53."
l began to wish he had gone in s.
or some other year earlier than m,
time.
But the engine had now fallen
little behind Bill and he showed
signs of desire to go ahead. TIL
driver eased, off an inch on the line
and Bill made clean standing iufnl
of about twenty feet. He wen
along kangaroo fashion until tn,
driver eased off several inches OF
the lines and then dropped into al
easy canter. The driver still helC
his chin down. pretty close to his
neck, but his back was bumped s
good deal. In a few minutes we
drew near to carriage containing
two men driving trotting horse
Come on!' yelled one of the men
take a little of our mud" "Gosh!'
said my driver, with broad grin
''if 1 let Bill straighten his back our
those fellows wouldn't know what
went by EN-"
Let i'm straighten it," l said
with sudden desperation.
got my next breath at Trenton
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