The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-08-01

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you worse than the fall: a mule inclines
his ears toward his tail, giving YOU timely
warning OF future events; the future events
of bicycle don't even east a shadow
before" \ horse will stand still until
you get on him but wheels are not built
that way: the same rule applies when you
want to get off. \ horse like his half
brother the mule, warns YOU as to what
is on his mind, but bicycle keeps it's in.
tentions to itself until its object is accom-.
plished. \ horse sees the stones and brick
bats that lie in his path and avoids them,
while a bicycle picks them out and hits
their center. In fact, it seems determined
from the time you start, either to break
your neck or give the aforesaid agent a re-
pair job. a horse eats oats, hay, corn
etc.;a bicycle eats money with which it
iertilizes the afore said agent
If you succeed in mounting the wiry
steed, you will at once begin to think of
how you are going to get oil when you stop
whether you will land on your feet or head
or whether you won't get off in lump be-
fore you reach your journeys end. Very
for. 4 mans head usually controls his ac-
tions until he gets on a bicycle; then lac
finds the bicycle has head of its own.
Instead of ''riding with ease" little or
no exertion,' | find that neither splitting
rails nor saving wood is anything to lie
compared to it. ! find, after my said
week s experience, that not only my body
and bones are broken and bruised. but my
spirits are broken my courage is all gone
| am afraid of the shadow Of a weeel: |
feel like the fellow who is said to have
SHE'D whenever street car passed him.
The latest improved wheel like mine
has no brake or other continuance for stop
ping it. in fact it is not considered good
form" to have brake Oh your wheel
brake on wheel would prevent man
from breaking his neck, and this is not
good form" in cycling circles. started
down a long hill and in come unaccoun-
table manner Everything is unaccounta-
bic with wheel lost my pedals. Each
yard down grade added velocity to my
speed; there sat going at the tate of several
miles per minute, as helpless as Mother
Eve before the serpent of biblical fame,
with visions of surgical operations, broken
bones bruised flesh, the horrors Of hades
and the beauties of Paradise, travelling
through my brain at the same rate that my
wheel was going down hill; had lost my
thing that | had strived nearly fifty years
to acquire, and now if | should lose" my
head for an instant the repair bill on my
wheel would be presented to my admins
traitor at the same time that the under
taker sought to be remunerated for neces-
gary to the birth of a new widow. | have
learned in the sad school OF experience
that 2OOpound man has no business on a
bicycle; light weight can propel one, but
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twenty pound wheel it takes Il steam en-
CINE to turn that wheel, and rider seldom
carries an engine in his pocket.
| never start down the street on my
beauty that don't feel like crying out
i'll the language OF the man who yok ed
himself with his calf III order to break the
calf. Like the man on the wheel he found
out his mistake too late and at the top OF
his voice yelled to his friends and acquaint
ances Here we come, d. n our fool souls,
somebody head us off. J. y. NJ Kenzie in
Nashville, Tenn, Banner.