The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1910-09-08
BALKY HORSES.
1t is Sometimes Possible to Make a
Permanent Cure.

"It is sometimes possible to con-
vert a balky horse and make it see
the error of it's ways" said the an
cient liveryman, according to the
Chicago News, but such an animal
can never be counted on as reliable.
It's apt to return to its evil courses
at inconvenient times. When l was
young man I considered myself
extremely skilful with horses and
took especial pride in overcoming
balky ones. was in love with a
beautiful young schoolma am and Of
ten drove to her schoolhouse in the
afternoon to take her for drive
when her days work was done.
"One day it was raining in seven
| LANGUAGES when l went to take her
home. l had a top buggy and a
rangv nag that used to think balk-
| ing was it's special mission on earth.
| 7 had cured the beast of that trick.
or l thought l had. and he hadn't
shown a contrary streak for months.
l was always Dragging of my victory
over that horse and must have bored
| the schoolma am a good deal with
my horse talk.
"she was mighty glad to see me
loom up with the buggy that day
and as we drove homeward l talked
| nothing but horse. l told how l had
conquered the obstinate brute that
was hauling us after he had been
given up as worthless and meanwhile
the rain was stopping down to beat
all creation. We came to the creek
and found it rising like house afire.
l drove into it and the water came
| up to the buggy box. And just when
we got to the middle that fool horse
stopped dead short and turned his
head around and looked at us in
the idiotic way that balky horses
have.
"Well, reasoned and argued with
him for ten minutes and tried to pry
him ahead with the buggy whip, but
! it was no use. And the water was
rising about an inch minute.
told the teacher I'd have to carry her
ashore and took her in my arms.
''She was a good, honest, corn-fed
girl, and she weighed like q load OF
| baled hay and the water was running
like a mill race, and so it isn't Won
| derful that 1 lost my balance and we
came down kerfop in that moist,
gurgling creek and We were a sight
| for drowned rats when we finally
landed.
cit shows how unfair women are
that this schoolma am would never
speak to me again, and that's why
am an old bachelor with a secret sor-
| row.
THE horse? That fecble-minded
beast stood there until the water was
so high he could hardly keep his nose
above it and then he swan half a
mile down the creek and landed in
the fork of a big elm and when the
water went down he was hanging
there, with the buggy dangling under
him.
There was an old man named Bill
lypost who bought horse that turn
ed out to be balky. If the nag was
obstinate. so was old Billypost. He
said he'd break that critter and cure
it of it's de1usions if it took him the
rest of his life. He had plenty of
money and wrestling with old sorrel
got to be his lifes work.
cat last he figured out scheme Of
his own. He put some sort of gal
vanic battery in his buggy with wires
running up the shafts. The current
could be controlled by a little lever
in the front of the buggy. He in
vited lot of us to see his first ex-
pertinent with this scheme and We
gathered around in the interest of
science Billypost hitched up his
charger and climbed into the buggy
and told Dobbin to go. Dobbin flip
ped an ear and looked back at the
old man and winked the other eye,
as much as to say: You soak your
head The old man pulled his lever
a little and shot few volts or am
peres or whatever you call 'em into
Dobbin and l never saw such sur
prised and panied expression on
horses face as appeared on that
ones. He bumped his back and
ivy hoTO fu-d1vS