The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1893-09-20
SOME THINGS he LIKES.
Sam Jones is Fond CT Fast Horses and East
Trains-Extract frsm One OF His
Sermons.

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preach against three blooded horses,
but don't do it. I like them. Itell
you when you walk out and look al
blooded horses you see something.
You know 7 believe Nancy Hanks is
a greatly superior being to Sullivan and
Corbett. Your old mules can get into
lot and kick the filing out of one
another like Sullivan and Corbett, but
when it comes to getting there in 2: oe
it takes Nancy Hanks, and [ believe
Nanks is a higher bred animal than
Sullivan and Corbett. I am candid in
what I say. I like go. like it. l
tell you when you walk around these
race tracks and look at these blooded
horses, when you see five OF six thor
oughbreds prance around, nervous,
waiting for the word, and finally tosee
them leap and lunge with nostrils dis
tended and muscles quivering and see
them at last come in on the home
stretch neck and neck and every horse
doing his level best. God bless you, I
will 20 one eye on that, preacher as l
am. But I haven't seen horse race
in twenty years, and never expect to
see another, I don't. I will tell you
why. Not that don't like thorough
bred horses, but can't stand the dirty
scabs standing around betting. have
seen some of those fellows. If you
don't bind them up they are going to
turn to razor.backed hogs. I like
blooded horses, anything that will get
up and 60.
want to see Gainesville rise up in
character and manhood and start to
nobler achievements and grander liV-
ing. want to see that.
LIKES A RACE.
I love to see a race. always did
like a race. Wnen I was fifteen years
old there wasn't 10y in the town
that could out run me. I don't like to
get myself left, never did like that. I
don't know what it is in a man, but
there is something in it that makes a
man not want to get left. I want to
head the procession.
was going in on the Ohio and Mis-
sissippi railroad some time ago-going
into Cincinnati, and just seventeen
miles out of Cincinnati the Big Four
comes around a curve and runs paral-
lei for seventeen miles, and after our
train came to that point I looked out
and saw the Big Four train, and there
it was coming right along with US, and
reckon we ran mile. [ could have
held the hand of the man in the car
opposite to me, and we didn't run far.
began to feel we was racing and l
looked around and saw everybody
else feeling it, and it didn't take me
long to determine that everybody else
was feelingit. We was racing. Now,
you couldn't have pleased me better.
Well, we ran along for mile or two
right along together, neither gaining
On the other. Our grand old engine
had fourteen cars, counting four sleep
ers, and the others had a small engine
with six coaches counting one sleeper.
Their little engine picked up and I
saw the rear sleeper of that train was
passing on by me and I said we'll we
are beat. 1t was no race at all, and ]
felt bad too. I never did like to get
left. 1t is something in me, I can not
tell you what it is.
Some of you fellows remind me OF
the old darky who had an old mule
that just could put one foot before the
other and a fellow came up and said,
"Uncle, have you passed anybody
going up the road on bay horse?" and
he said, IT meet as many folks as any
man in town, but I never has passed
any in my life" Henever passed any
thing. God bless you, some OF these
fellows in this town have met as many
fellows as anybody, but have passed
nothing.
Directly our grand old engine com.
rnenced getting in her work; there was
a. little decline in the track, and with
every pulsation I could feel her getting
there, and as the momentum increased
we had gotten so far ahead the little
engine was playing along by my side
and sat there and looked at the little
fellow and saw the parallel rods play
ing up and down, I said, ''Good-bye
little fellow, you will never get there
now" I sat there and looked at thai
little engine. The fireman was throw
ing in the coal and he threw in three
or four scoops of coal into the furnace
of the little engine. Then I saw The
engineer shut off the water from the
boiler and saw him draw the noise
lever still one notch higher and 1 saw
him catch the sand rod and shake i
and take hold of the throttle and jerE
the little engine wide open, and th'
little engine seemed to lay down ane
the sparks just seemed to fly from every
inch of her, and she began to recove
the space she had lost, and she had ru1
four or five cars ahead and I though
she was gone sure enough. But di
rectly our grand old mogul engine be
gan getting in her work. I felt he
mighty pulsations, and directly VI
were getting the space back, and dl
rectly that little engine way plsylnI
right at my side again and l said
"Good-bye, you are gone this time,
and we were running, it seemed to me
that very minute 20 miles an hou
down that track.