Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1892-09-28
GUS RAuMlER,s ELIER.
How He Made the Distance from wysu
 dotte to Trenton.

dotte to Trenton.
 If any one wants to go from Wy andotte to Trenton ahead of train time l would reccomend him to Gus Baumler. Gus Baumler keeps run ming horse with which he ferries through Wayne county mud people who arc in a hurry. Gus driver had me pretty well under way for Tren- ton before 1 realized that had start ed. I was also under a heavy fire of mud from the heels of Gus Baum lers 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 angry cat. He was a fine looking horse, with clean limbs when washed, lot of nervous bull headedness and a high, proud head.
 Hes iiier, said the driver.
 He is, eh2 Has he ever flown with youf" I asked.
 "Yes, you bet he has. Steady, Bill whoa, darn youl I'll knock it out of you in a minute"
 ''Say, hold i'm down, I said. 'I never flew anywhere. I'd rather go on run or a trot."
 Just then 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 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 fiy" I 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 usi"
 Bill" yelled the driver. and for the next minute Bill received cuss- ing that l expected to see him kick on. He had made a final attempt to go over the ditch sideways.
 "Tll get out so he won't have so heavy a load to jump the fence with. suggested. 'Tll get in again on the other side"
 Il can hold him." declared the driver in a mezzo voice. He never ran away with me but once. He's a mean beggar. He can go, though. He's gone in 0:5S."
 I began to wish he had gone in 's3 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 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 8 trotting horse. Come onw yelled one of the men. take little of our mud" Gosh" said my driver, with a broad grin. If I let Bill straighten his back out those fellows wouldn't know what went by 'em."
 Let i'm straighten it." I said, with sudden desperation.
 I got my next breath at Trenton. Detroit Journal.