St. Paul daily globe., 1893-02-19
A HORSE THAT FALLS DOWN

A HORSE THAT FAILS DOWN.
How the Poor Brute Is Treated
bv Beings Claiming to Be HUI
man.
Slip, slap!
A tug at the reins-yanb, haul, pull
and jerk.
No use: down he goes. DrOadside, with
a snort of fear and grunt of pain.
The icy asphalt. when it starts in to
be slippery, knows where it is at.
A crowd at once gathers. A Sympa-
thetic lady in spectacles sollcltouSly In
QuireS:
whats the matter?"
"Only horse down, num-" VOlun-
teers bYstauder.
Yes, that is all; only horse down.
Poor creature! Have you ever critically
observed this simple and familiar met
ropoltan sight? asks the Washington
Star. No? There's lesson in it.
There are always a dozen o. men
ready to assist i'll getting the fallen ami
NAL 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 anil
mails head; sometimes it's both knees.
This makes the ginger hat feel big i'll
the eyes of the spectators. The harder
the ginger hat can press the Door brute'S
mead into all unylelding pavement the
happier he feels. It's the horse under
meath and not the ginger hat. Grind
his eye nearest the pavement into the
sharp icy particles; put it out if possi-
bic. 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 III
an extra grind on the horses eye and a
pull at the ears. The leewar'l eye also
places his knee on the nose and yankS
the bit so that the ring Will tiay the cor
rugated roof of the iur,,''S mouth down
10 SmOOthneSS. The ilOr5r doesn't like
this. The owner doesn't care. y horse
with sore mouth eats less.
Strange as it may appear, the horse is
uneasy. Horses are not incOnSldsrate
of polite attention. So the man with
the calico shirt jumps OH the horses
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 ley 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 saddle with both hands, braces his
feet against the animals back, pulls
and presses, and peels off the raw, sensi-
tive 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 struggle.
An. 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 eve 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 tortureIS 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?