Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-08-29
HE TALKED HORSE.

And the Obstinate Driver Decided to
Let Him Go By.
From the New York News.
1 was right behind a load of pressed hay
last winter on one of the Maine country
roads Was in a cutter and was in hurry
to get to some place and back with piece
of news so as to catch the train. But of all
the bedizzle bedazzle drivers that ever
teamed pair with a load. that driver was
the most aggravating. He wouldn't turn
out. He paid no attention to whoopings OF
expostulation except to turn around on the
road and gaze at me meditatively. Ac-
cording to his notion. pressed hay had the
right of way that day. Finally he yelled
back: "Aint no use for you to holler. They
amt bruk out this rod very well. and
amt goin' to risk THROWN a pair o
hosses." And he hunched up his back and
proceeded on his slow and careful way,
throwing copious CALCULATIONS OF tobacco
juice first to one side on the white snow
and then to the other.
Finally in the distance appeared another
double team The big sled was loaded with
bags Of meal, bound up country to the gen.
eral store. l wondered what would happen.
Both drew near. When the noses of the
horses nearly touched both drew up.
Neither made move to turn out.
"Hullo, Jote," said the driver Of the other
team, jovially.
'Hullo, ST." said my kind and good friend.
not so jovially. Amt we goin' to give me
half the rod?"
II dunno's 1 want any more'n what be-
longs to me by good rights.
well. ye amt turned out very much 8
l can see from where l set
Don't see sign of your turnin' over in
the gutter. either.
The jovial man laughed a little and
craned his neck around to get glimpse of
the champng livery steed that was trying
to control.
"Ain't no hurry, be YEP" he asked, with a
grin. L. of course, told him that 1 wouldn't
go past on any consideration. as 1 was
simply out for the air. Then he crossed his
legs. seated himself comfortably on a bag
of meal, and said to the other driver, who
sat looking at him sullenly:
Putty good span ye're drivin' there
Jote"
"Oh, I've driv worse Ones" said the
driver, conservatively.
''Old man that keeps the store was talkin
the other day about gettin another team.
I'D like to sell these mighty WE'LL" said
my dear friend, picking up his ears. I've
got more boss kindn / want this winter.
Can we recommend emf"
There amt a better pair of bosses goes
out over this rod to the railroad station.
don't ever have mite of trouble with 'em
round the cars. and they eat up their feed
clean. and 1t don't take no time at all to
put flesh on 'em. l b'lieve theyre Just what
the old man would like. Wish you'd speak
to him about the matter
II WILL 1 will, Jote."
They're good actin in every way. You
can tell him that"
How do they go In the snow, case 70
want to turn out when We meet a team?
Same's this case. f'r instance?"
why. they're regular kittens" exclaimed
Tote. enthusiastically. He pulled the reins.
Look here" he cried. "Achk. tchk, hi
whoO-o-p. get out er there" The next min
ute he had his horses in the ditch up to
their bellies in the snow. Then he pulled
them up
See how they stand?" he cried, pointing
down at them with his whip. Jest as /
safd-jest like kittens"
The other driver gathered up his reins.
The road was clear
Master fine-acting pair Of horses, Jote,"
he said. Then he huddupped his team and
went sailing past, yelling back over his
shoulder: Much obliged to we, Jote, for
turnfn out / don't ask for more n half the
road 1 forgot to tell We that though the
old man has been talkin' about another
team, he had found one that jest suited him
and traded. So long" And while Jote was
saying things I got past.