The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1893-09-27
SOME THINGS HE LIKES.
Sam Jones Is Fond OF Fast Horses and
Fast Trains-Extract From ono Of his
Sermons.

Sermons.
Upin Kentucky, where | have preach
ed, they have tried to get me to preach
againstthree blooded horses, but l don't
do it. like them. tell you when you
walk out and look at blooded horses you
see something.
You know I believe Nancy Hanks is
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 Cor
bett, but when it comes to getting
there in 2:O6 it takes Nancy Hanks,
and I believe Hanks is a higher, bred
animal than Sullivan and Corbett. l
am candid in what I say. l like 60.
l like it. / tell you when you walk
around these race tracks and see
these horses, when you see FIVE or six
thoroughbreds prancing around, ner-
vous, waiting for the word, and finally
to see them leap and lunge with nos
trils distended 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
bless you, will go one eye on that,
preacher that I am. But [ haven't
seen horse race in twenty years, and
never expect to see another, I don't.
will tell you why. Not that | don't
like thoroughbred horses, but I 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.
Iwant to see Cartersville rise up in
character and manhood and start to
mob achievements and grander iiv-
ing. [ want to see that.
LIKES A RACE.
I love to see race. I always did
like race. When I was fifteen years
old there wasn't boy in the town
that could out run me. I don't like
to get myself left, never did Ike 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. l want to
head the procession.
I was going in on the Ohio and Mis-
sissippi railroad some time ago
going into Cincinnati, and just sew
enteen miles out of Cincinnati the
Big Four comes around a curve and
runs parallel for seventeen miles, and
after our train came to that point l
looked out and saw the Big Four train,
and there it was coming right along
with us, and I reckon we ran for q
mile. / could have held the hanc OF
the man in the car opposite to me, but
we didn't run far. [ felt that we
were racing and I looked around and
saw everybody else feeling it, and it
did not take me long to determine
that everybody else was feeling it.
We were racing. Now, you couldn't
have pleased him better. Well, we
ran along for mile or two right along
together, neither gaining on the 9TH
er Our grand old engine had four
teen cars counting four sleepers, and
the others had a small engine with
six coaches, counting one sleeper.
Their little engine picked up and [
saw the rear sleeper of that train was
passing on by me and I said we'll We
arc beat. It was no race at all, and L
felt bad too. I never did like to get
left. It is something in me, cannot
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
otller and fellow came up and said,
"Uncle, have you passed anybody
going up the road on a bay horse p
and he said, ~ meet as many folks as
any man in town, but | never has
passed any in my life He never
passed anything. 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,
menced getting in her work there
was little decline in the track, and
with every pulsation 1 could feel her
getting there, and as the momentum
increased we had gotten so far ahead
that the little engine was playing
along by my side, and I sat there and
watched the little fellow and saw the
parallel rods playing up and down,
said, "Good-bye, little fellow, you
will never get there now." l sal
there and looked at that little engine
The fremen were throwing in the
coal and he threw 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
I saw him draw the noise lever still
one notch higher and / saw him catch
the sand rod and shake it and take
hold of the throttle and jerk the lit
tie engine wide open, and the little
engine seemed to lay down and the
sparks just seemed to fly from every
inch of her, and she began to recover
the space she had lost, and she hao
run four or five cars ahead and
thought she was gone sure enough
But directly our grand old mogul be-
gan getting in her work. | felt hel
mighty pulsations, and directly We
were getting the space back, and di
rectly the little engine was playing al
my side again and l said, Goodbye
you are gone this time,' and we were
running, it seemed to me at that very
minute, seventy miles an hour down
the track.
The same old fireman was heavine
in coal, and l saw the engineer again
shut the water off, and saw him
again raise the noise lever anc
tussle at the throttle minute or two,
and the sparks few from every inch OF
her, and she seemed to be rolling all
over and began to get ahead and beat
the race, and 1 said, "Goit; good eve
ming" and took off my hat. | had
rather be beaten by frst-class fellow
than to just beat little pup.
ON THE ROAD TO HEAVEN.
As look around on my way to hea'
ven | say I do wish l could see the
grand old Presbyterian church and hel