Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1904-12-31
OLD RACKABONES'
LAS 7 XII OK
BY ROBERT ERRILL, JR.
IT WAS very queer thing to hav

II WAS a very queer thing to have
happen. a most uncanny circum-
st..nce. al best ierhnnS only pbyAolo-
CAST could have retained his equanim-
tty.
But If Hoke Samson had been better
boy, if he had been anything. in fact,
except the ignorant. rough fellow he was
he would not have been so badly fright
ened
Hoke drove a green-truck wagon into
Bristol village every summer morning.
The fresh young beets, peas, cucumbers,
potatoes and green corn which he ped
died were all right; and for that reason
the village housekeepers were glad 10
see him appear. Yet it made every
body's heart ache TO see the way he
used his old horse -
he stopped at a house. or
rather when he started on to another.
Hoke would yell, savagely: "Huddup,
Old Rackabones," and beat the horse
with his white oak whip-stock.
1t was plain that the animal could
but just drag along with his load. His
bones stood up high in his rusty, rum
pied gray hide and his looks were those
of hopeless detection. Evidently he was
half-starved, and the only reward for
his hard days labor was: "Huddup
Old Rackabones!" and crack from the
whip-stOck.
The village people talked about it,
and the Crueltyto-A officer was
notified. But the selectmen of Bristol
argued that Hoke had a mother and
three sisters and that if they took the
old horse away from him the town
would have to help them. They threat
ened him, however, and bade him feed
the horse better.
Others, mostly women, demonstrated
with Hoke time and again. till he grew
insolent with them. This is my boss
see? l shall drive him as I've a mind
to-see? Lots o. folks git rich mindin'
their own buSiness-see?
Compassion had been left out of Hoke
He was little more cautious about
beating the horse when he saw that
people were watching him. but il was
said by some that he more than made up
for this when he thought he was out
of sight and hearing on the road, beyond
the village.
What all who knew Hoke and his
horse had long expected, happened one
day last autumn Old Rackabones died.
On one of his trips to the village he fell
In the shafts of the wagon about a mile
and half from his miserable home and
that time even the oak whip-butt failed
90 make him get up. The only wonder
was that he had not died long beforei
Hoke was mad clean through
that was what he said to neighbor
afterward-that Old Rackabones should
"up and die" in that mean fashion, just
as he was most needed to draw the win
ter wood. Besides, he broke one Of the
wagon shafts in falling. That was an
other mean trick! If he must fall, he
might, at least have fallen forward, anC
not sidewise on that shaft!
Hoke unbuckled the harness. got tn.
horse clear Of the wagon, and then
pulling first by the tail. then by the ears
he hauled the body out of the road AM
through a set OF bars into a pasture
where he left it to fate and the crows
The way home was over descendin;
ground, and Hoke was able to haul tn
wagon himself
His mother was even more angry tina,
he had been. She berated OLD Racka
bones and the world at lareean the.tim
they were at supper. Then an idea oc
Cured to her.
''VNn must S"vo nc hide and shoes.