The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1903-06-26
STOPPING RUNAWAYs
HOW THE NEW YORK PARK POLICE
HORSE ENJOYS THE WORK.

TAe story OF a Giorious M. IT..
Was Only an Incident I'm IN. y.,,.
OF skipper-A Rsce That Ena.s =,
caps1re Of the Runsway Roam.
How the horses Of the New Yorl,
PARK mounted policemen enjoy catch.
ihg runawnys, which Is the most eycit.
ing part OF their work, Is told by SeweI,
Ford In Horses Nine.". The author
says Of his equine hero:
for haif an hour Mt time he would
stand just on the edge Of the roadway
ana nj an exact angle with Il motion.
Iess as the horse ridden by the bronze
soldier up near the mall. Reddv
would sit as still in the saddle too. r.
was hard for Skipper to stand there
ana see those mincing cobs go nv. tbeir
pad housings all n a-glitter, crests on the,r
os' Jinsiing their pole chains and
smtcnlhs their absurd little stubs of
.a"s' but II was still more tantalizing
10 watch the saddle horses cunter past
in the soft bride path on the other eide
or the roadway. But, then, when you
are on the force you must do your
duty.
ohe AFTERNOON as Skipper was stand.
ing post like this he caught O. new note
mat rose above the hum Of the parl,
tramc. 1t was the quick, nervous bent
or hoofs which rang sharply ON the
nara macadam. There were screo,ns
100. IL was runaway. Skipper knew
this even before lie saw the bell.Iike
nostrils. the straining eyes and the
roam hecked lips OF the horse or the
scared man in the carriage behind. It
was case OF broken rein.
HOW the sight made Shippers blood
ungie! Wouldn't he Just like TO shove
mat crazy roam what real running wasl
bue what was Rcddy going to do? He
!eit him gather up the rcins. He felt
9is knees tighten. What! Yes, II must
be 30. Reddy was actually going to trv
brush with the runaway. What funi
Skipper pranced out into the road.
way and gathered himself for the
sport Before he could get into full
swing however. the roam had shot past
with snort Of challenge which could
not be misunderstood.
"Oho! You will. eh2" thought Skin.
per. "Well now, we'll see about that"
An, a free rein! That is-nlN.ost free
ana a touch Of the spurs! No need for |
that, Reddy. How the carriages scat. ]
ter! Skipper caught hasty glimpses oe /
smart hackneys drawn up trembling
by the roadside, of women who tum.
bled from bicycles into the bushes and
or men who ran and shouted and
waved their hats.
Just as though that little rom
wasn't scared enough already" thought
Skipper.
But she did run well. Skipper had to
admit that. She had q lead of fifty
yards before he could strike his best
gait. Then for q few moments he
could not seem to gain an inch. But
tne mare was blowing herself, and
Sksppo~-wuy tnnfrss,-IS-ce,ossy
putting the pent up energy of weeks
into his strides. Once lie saw be was
overhaullng her he steadied to the
work.
Just rs Skipper was about to forge
ahead Reddy did queer thing. With
his right hand he grabbed the roam
with a nose pinch grip. aud with the
left he pulled In on the rcins. 1t was q
he had counted OIL showing the roam
his heels Skipper knew after two or
three experiences Of this kind that this
was the usual thing.
Those were glorious runs. though.
Skipper wished they would come more /
often. Sometimes there would be two
and even three I'm day. Then fort
night or so would pass without a single
runaway on Shippers beat. But duty
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