Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-10-12
Gus BAUMLER'S FLYER.
How He Covered the Distance from
Wyandotte to Trenton.

II any one wants to 90 from Wyan-
dotte TO Trenton ahead of train time,
saws the Detroit Journal. | would rec
ommend him to Gus Baumler. Gus
Baumler keeps a running horse with
which he ferries through Wayne county
mud people who are in hurry. Gus
driver had me pretty well under way
| for Trenton before | realized that |
had started. was also under a heavy
fire Of mud from the heels of Gus
Baumler's running horse
whoa, Bill. Darn your skin. I'd
Jest like to take 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 an
cry cat. He was fine-looking horse
with clean limbs when washed, lot
of nervous bull-headedness and high,
proud head.
"He's a flyer" said the driver.
ale is, Ell? Has he ever flown with
you?' 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." said 81
never flew anywhere. I'd rather 60
on run or trot." -
just then railroad engine belched
cloud of black smoke out of its stack
about a hundred yards away Bill
stopped so short that | nearly t.ok Il
header. The driver quickly wrapped
the lines around his hands and, hold
ing tight rein, kept his eye on Bills
| ears.
There's funny thing about horses
ears. He can turn them in any direc-
ton, like tunnels on a steamship.
Bill stood Just second or two shiv-
ering with fright or cussedness. Then
he leaped sideways into the air: "Look
out-hes going to fly" yelled.
81 can hold him." said the driver.
However, he appeared to me to!be too
self-confident.. ~,
Bill danced along sideways and APP
peared about to vault the ditchs The
train pulled ,down toward us, and at
every puff Of the engine Bits front
feet went up in the air.
Say" | 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 cussing
that expected to see him kick on. He
had made final attempt to 90 over
the ditch sideways.
"Pll get out so he won't have so
heavy load to jump the fence. with"
| suggested. I'LL get in again. on the
other side"
81 can mold him." declared the driver
in a mezzo voice. He never ran away
with me but once. On him. he's
mean beggar. He can go, though.
He's gone in So"
/ began to wish he had gone in '53
or some other year earlier than my
TIME.
But the engine had now fallen lit
tie behind Bill and he showed signs of
a desire to 90 ahead. The driver eased
off an inch on the lines and Bill made
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 good deal. In
few minutes we drew near to car
riage 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 broad
grin, IF let Bill straighten his back
out those fellows wouldn't know what
went by EN- y
LET i'm straighten it," said with
sudden desperation.
got my next breath at Trenton.