Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1898-09-09
SHE NEVER Baked AGAIN.
Bar HArbor Man Played a Blur Game on
Contrary Mare.

Bar HArbor Man Played = Blur Game on
Contrary Mare.
Speaking about balky horses and
the best way to cure them,'' said
George Sperry. 81 can tell you of a
trick that Stephen Leland played one
time and it worked like a charm-you
D felIers all know Steve, course you do
be lives down to Bar Harbor. Well
let's sect was 1 2 years ago on the goth
, day Of January. You remember the
heavy sleet stornl-same night Linnike
was Inarried-when all the trees looked
so pretty after the storm. You remem-
Der Stephen-he had a wood lot out near
the foot of Green mountain, where he
cut his wood winters. That year he
had as handsome pair of bay horses as
ever rein drew over. The nigh one was
all right in every particular, but the off
one had spells once in awhile when she
would take matters in her own way and
throw up her head. You might put
rocks in her ears. twist her tail, pound.
whip, swear and rave as much as you
liked, but she would never move till she
got ready.
Zone day L met Leland when he was
hauling out the first load for the day.
him then ana there that if it was my
horse I'd Just Onhitch the nigh one and
leave her hitched on to the load in the
woods. They went into the Harbor with
the first load all right, but when the
second load was piled on and under
way things were different. At certain
place in the road up goes that horse
head again. 1t was in Just the same
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was mad as q halter. He took of mis-
coat and hat. He swore till the trees
around him trembled. Next he took a
sapling birch and whipped and pounded
till he was all tired out. Then he sat
down and rested. Then he thought he'd
coax the critter, so he got q drink Of
water from spring. She drank 1t.
Then ho asked her to go, but not mus
Gle would she move. Stephen fused till
he became exhausted.
"Then, as he told me afterward, he
took Sperry's advice-onhitched the
nigh one, straddled Ter back and mado
for home, leaving the ugly, contr'y
thing alone III the woods, hitched to
sled with cord and a half of green
wood to anchor it. He never so much
as looked round nor said aye. yes, or no,
but made direct Tor home, putting up
his horse and eating his supper. He had
become so disguised that he nearly dis
missed tine thing from his mind. That
night began with little fine rain. 1t
was like Il cold mist, and wherever it
struck it froze. Then it showed and
blowed for awhile, then again it turned
to rain-the queerest storm ever known
on Mount Desert island. There was not
minute after o'clock that evening
till daylight next morning but it snow
ed or rained, and the wind was like
double edged razor long toward morn
ing. Every tree was three times its
proper size, and the ones left standing
looked like the most beautiful plumes
you ever see in your life. Lots of trees
were broken to the ground. The tele-
graph wires were nearly an inch and a
half in diameter, covered with solid
ice. Little limbs of birch and maple
We're like branches of coral.
Sin the morning Steve took out the
old horse and started back for the woods.
When he got near the place where he
left the horse and load, he was aston
ished. The cid nag was there just where
she stood all night. Not the sign of a
track did she make. Her legs were the
size Of flour barrels, her body surely three
times its proper size. Her eyes and ears
were hidden from view by the snow
that had drifted upon her; the steam from
her nostrils formed icicles that reached
the ground. All in all it was the tough |
est sight he ever witnessed. Mr.. Leland /
at first supposed the animal was dead, !
but after awhile he took an AK and !
broke the ice and let the poor critter I.
out. She was like a chicken coming out !
of an egg. The coat came off in large /
flakes. When he hitched the nigh one
on, be only had to speak once and he +,
made lively time over the icy road that !
He kept that pair till last !
year, when they both died.
''They never baked again. Lewis |
ton Journal.