The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1909-02-11

pick factory. The man hobbled out
Of a hospital recently and told all
about it. He had bandageS around his
head and one arm was in a sling, but
he said that he was spending ten
hours a day trying to sell a bay horse
with black points.
bought the brute UP in Westminster
county, he said, and paid 800 for him.
The first look | had at him | said to
him: You're a rougue-horse, you
are" Well, | drove him for a week
and felt like begging his pardon. He
went like a lamb-if you ever saw a
lamb go in 2:43 on a fair ground track.
| brought him to- the city and sent
him up through the park. He behaved
like a gentleman horse and l began
to trust him.
This particular day he sulked a bit
when | turned him into the park. l
thought | would take that out of him.
SO l sent him we'll ahead of the har-
ness for ten miles. He was rs quiet
as a cut of cold roast lamb when l
pulled him up at one of the road
houses. / had him rubbed down until
he was as dry as a bone and gave
him some warmish water. Then | let
him peg along easily towards town.
He went like IN old lady going to mar
ket. Coming along the incline of the
bridge the skin on his neck began to
wrinkle. | knew what that meant in
a rogue horse and grabbed for the
slack on the reins. The brute was
slogging his head and went down the
bridge on four feet, like a turtle. At
the foot he whirled to the right AMI
headed on a dead run for the tangle
of elevated posts. | tried to steer
him clear. He wouldn't have it.. |
tried to saw his head in two. | could
mt do it.
| woke up in a hospital. The brute
didn't have a scratch on him. He is
for sale-tO a man who is opposed
OF contentious principles, 20 the So
ciety for the Prevention of Cruelty
to Animals.
| woke up in the hospital. There
was molten lead in my head in the
place where | used to keep my gray
matter. Lite black specks danced
in my eyes. When | looked down at
the counterpart the small black specks
were there moving about like lepidap-
terra. Then l knew there was an odor.
1t was a faint, sour. sickly odor-a
combination of alcohol and dead peo-
pie. The odor was all about me, like
a cloud. Probably it was ether. 1
don't know what it was.
| couldn't move my hands and my
head seemed as if it was seven feet
away from my neck. l was won
dering whether my head would ever
come back, when a tall doctor loom
ed out of the gray clouds. He was
about eighty feet high and had a long
nose. He pulled my arms and legs
and twisted my head. Then he said
and his voice was somewhere I'D in
the air-"Do not change the bandages
until 5 o'clock" .
mo sir" .
The mo sir" came from a little,
woman who wore a white apron and
a. mobcap. She was such a little wo-
man and her hands were so small
and made out of white satin. Red
hair sh. had and it was combed up
in big pufs IN the top Of her head.
Her voice w;.o soft as whipped cream.
You might give him another hypo-
dermic injection now" said the doc
tor.
Then it was a. though a gnat had
stung me. A little thing stung 4 your
arm. don't yeu see? There wasn't
any pain; as the moments drifted by
there was neither pain nor place MOI
time. A fellow felt as though he were
on an island Of the l~otos~ating people.
Some poet chap has written about
them you know. Then / sorter be-
gan to drift away. First thing I knew
! was back In the Metidja desert;
sands. sands. sands. spread out like
a gray WOODEN blanket. a camel lurch-
ed ahead, with bullock.trunks piled