The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-17
THE POOR RICH HORSE.
The Dray Horse Decides to be Content
With His Lot.

With His Lot.
Mrs c. M. Fairchild in the Rider and Driver.
The poor rich horse, driven by tall
coachman with high hat and white gloves,
looked very gay as he pranced up to the
door of an elegant establishment on the
avenue. The breast of the noble crea-
ture was covered with foam and he held
his head very high. His mouth was
stretched wide open and he tossed his
head up and down and back and forth,
and paved the air with his fore feet SO
high were his eVGs-almOSt looking to-
ward the sky-that he scarcely seemed
able to see a fat old draY horse that
stood near, regarding him wi a
sort of sleepy wonder and consider
ing him as belonging TO another set
than his, entirely The Old horse did not
suppose it would do any good to pass the
time of day with his neighbor, as the
rich horse undoubtedly regarded himself
as far too grand to communicate with
such "A humble parsonage; so he changed
the bit around in his mouth, and was Just
about to drop into a gentle dole when a
sound of distress from the rich horse
caused his plain neighbOr to open his eyes
wide and to regard the former with con
siderable curiosity, which az length OK
pressed itself in this wise You look
very gay, neighbor; are yOInot comforta-
BILE with your fine silverplated harness
and shiny trappings!"
II can hear you, though | can scarcely
see YOU" answered the poor rich horse,
''fOr my harness. although undoubtedly
very handsome, is a perfect torture TO
me. You can see for yourself how my
head is tied UP by new-fangled con
trivance they call an overcheck. My eyes
are almost blinded by the glare of the
sun, and my neck aches, and my head
throbs. and am really quite miserable"
Il don't know much about check relns,
bluntly said the rich poor horse, and
have never hauled fine ladies around in
their carriages. Isuppose by the way l
have seen them petting you with their
soft white hands that they wouldn't
want you to be dressed up so you would
be uncomfortable or suffer by it,
ooh, they don't think" sighed the poor
ricn horse they doubtless suppose /
have a very fine time with nothing to do
but to draw this pretty dolls wagon. II
| could only have my choice would
change places with you. | would rather
haul a dirt wagon without any check rein
on than to be dressed up in this style and
suffer as | do"
N'You'd find the dirt wagon pretty
heavy haTling," replied the rich poor
horse.
but I'd have my neck free and be al
lowed TO exert my full strength doing IT,"
retorted the poor rich horse with some
spirit, and as he gave an extra strain at
his check rein, the rich poor horse noticed
the blood was starting from the corners of
his mouth. is it the check rein that
makes your mouth bleed2o asked the rich
poor horse.
ooh yes, Pm getting quite used to
that Very often my mouth is 50 sore |
can scarcely eat, and then they think
I'm i'll and a surgeon with great long
name v-e-r-y-t-y-r-a-n-n-y l believe they
call him, comes in with black bottle
and ties up my head and pours some
dreadful medicine down my throat and
whips me when 1 kick at him"
The rich poor horse now opened his
eyes wide and surveyed his companion
under the light of some new idea.
well, you have nice stable TO stay in,
don't your Now l have nothing but a
plain barn and no padding. To be sure,
on cold nights l have straw up to my
knees; but ! don't have any blanket and
my hair gets rough aud shaggy"
"Oh, dear, sighed the poor rich horse,
81 would much rather have your coat of
fur, and wouldn't care how rough it was
If they would only let me have the hair
that belongs TO me it would be much more
comfortable than blanket. They cut or
my hair and / feel every chilly wind that
DlOWS. i uOu uduCt hJOulQ dS yOu StC
me because | feel gay AM happy, but be-
cause l am perfectly miserable. Some
times they make me wear the overcheck
and binders, and then il seems as If l
would lose my wits entirely. Little then
can / see but the sky and the tops of no
ples heads; and if l stumble or run
away, when / am afraid OF something l
can see, the driver whips me where my
hair has been clipped and can't say a
word back"
80, well, you don't have much hard
work to do" said the rich poor horse,
you ought to appreciate that and make
the best of your condition
I'm change places with YOU at any
time, " replied the poor rich horse. "My
load becomes heavier than yours com
monty is, because l am so Tied back and
curOed and refined that half my strength
IS spent trying to relieve my aching mus
cles and neck. When l don't have TO