Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-05-13
THE HORSE THAT FALLS DOWN.
How the Poor Brute ls Treated by Beings
Claiming to lie Human.


How the Poor Brute Is Treated by Beings
Claiming to lie Human.
Slip, slapl
and jerk.
No use; down he goes, broadside, with
snort of fear and n grunt of pain.
The icy asphalt, when it starts IN to
be slippery, knows where it is at
crowd at once gathers A sympa-
thetic lady in spectacles solicitously in
quires:
whats the matter?"
only horse down, num-" volun-
teers a bystander.
Yes, that is all; only horse down.
Poor creature! Have you ever critically
observed this simple and familiar metro
politan sight? No? There's u lesson
in it.
There are always dozen men ready
to assist in getting the fallen animal to
his feet.
The man with the faded ginger hat
and antiquated coat grasps the horse
by the ears. Hold his head down and
he can't struggle to his feet. Keep him
down at all hazards. The ginger hat
generally places one knee on the ami
mails head; sometimes it's both knees
This makes the ginger hat feel big in
the eyes of the spectators. The harder
the ginger hat can press the poor brute's
head into the unyielding pavement the
happier he feels It's the horse under
meath and not the ginger hat Grind
his eye nearest the pavement into the
al iolo IL cil,1a
If you succeed in binding the beast the
more credit to you.
The man with the leeward eye seizes
the horse by the nose. Shut off his
wind without fail. This makes him
struggle violently, and affords the gin
ger hat golden opportunity to get in
an extra grind on the horses eye and
pull at the ears. The leeward eye also
places his knee on the nose and yanks
the bit so that the ring will fay the
corrugated roof of the horses mouth
down to smoothness The horse doesn't
like this. The owner doesn't care. A
horse with sore mouth eats less.
Strange as it may appear, the horse
Is uneasy. Horses are not inconsider-
ate of polite attention. So the man
with the calico shirt jumps on the ami
malls hip, and of course this grinds the
hair and skin off the under hip. But no
matter; keep him down if it takes an
army.
Horses under these circumstances
seem to be unreasonable. The man
with the game leg gets in his work now.
He's been waiting anxiously in the
crowd for the chance. Tht horse has a
raw sore under the saddle.
The man with the game leg grasps
the saddle with both hands, braces his
feet against the animals back, pulls,
and presses, and peels off the raw, SEN
sitive flesh by the square inch. The
end of the saddle ring is pushed through
the hair padding and bores another
hole on the other side of the vertebra.
And still the horse continues to strug-
gle.
All! now it is the drivers turn. He
has been unfastening the harness and
traces and all is free.
stand clear" he shouts.
The ginger hat puts out the horses
eye for good, the calico shirt makes the
bare hip bone and pavement meet, the
game leg pulls off an extra chunk OF
raw flesh, while the leeward eye causes
the blood to run from the lacerated
mouth
Whack Whack!
1t wouldn't do, yop know, to let the
horse get up by his own unaided efforts.
So as the torturers release their holds
the driver brings that cruel lash once,
twice, thrice down upon the ribs, that
raise welts on the quivering flesh as big
as mans finger.
Now he is up, nervous, trembling, ex.
cited, sore and lame. No matter, he is
only horse.
Who cares?-Washington Star.
His SInnn