Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1893-04-14
REFINED TORTURE.
ait the Horse When He Is Down, For He
Has No Friends.

Slip, slapl
A tug at the reins-yank, haul, pull and
ERIK.
No use-down he goes, broadside, with a
mort of fear n q grunt of pain.
The icy asphalt, when it starts In to be
lippery, knows where it is at.
A crowd at once gathers. Asympathetic
ady in spectacles solicitously inquiries;
What's the matterS"
"Only a horse down, num-" volunteers a
%oystander.
Yes, that is all. Only a horse down. Poor
.reaturel Have you ever critically observed
Ihis simple and familiar metropolitan sight1
Nor There's a lesson in it.
There are always a dozen men ready to
assist in getting the fallen animal to his
;eet.
The man with the faded ginger hat and
a%ntiquated coat grasps the horse by the
Vars. Hold his head down, and he can't
struggle to his feet. Keep him down at all
hazards. The ginger hat generally places
Jne knee on the animals 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
heath, and not the ginger hat. Grind his
eye nearest the pavement into the sharp,
icy particles-put it out if possible. If you
succeed in binding the beast, the more
credit to you.
The man with the leeward eye seizes the
horses by the nose. Shut off his wind with
out fail. This makes him struggle violent
ly and affords the ginger hat a golden OPP
%portunity to get IN an extra grind on the
horses eye and a pull at the ears. The lee:
ward 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 "A sore mouth eats less.
Strange as it may appear the horse is un-
easy. Horses are not inconsiderate of DO
lite attention. So the man with the calico
shirt jumps on the animals 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 mar with the
game leg gets in his work now. He's been
waiting anxiously in the crowd for the
chance. The horse has a raw sore under
the saddle.
The man with the game leg grasps the
Stbult WIFI DOlu udnuS, DTtCtS HIS leeb
against the animals back, pulls and presses
and peels off the raw, sensitive 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 vert
tbra. And still the horse continues to
struggle.
All, now it is the drivers turn. He has
been christening the harness and traces,
and all is free.
stand ~clearl' he shouts.
The ginger hat puts out the horses eye
for good, the calico shirt makes the bare
hipbone 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.
Whackl Whack!
1t wouldn't do, you 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 II mans finger.
Now H. isup, nervous, trembling, excited,
sore and lame. No matter; he is only a
horse.
Who caresY- WashingtOn Star.