St Nicholas [serial] . nd across thedawn-kissed Belgian landscape with Browning tells us how Muleykehs mas-ter, rather than win back his beautiful favorite bydefeating her in the pursuit, shouts to the fleeingthief telling him how to call forth her highestVol. XXV.—41. 3 speed, our hearts go out to him in sympathy ashis pet steed in consequence vanishes foreverfrom his fond sight. Sheridans Ride wakesus up till the thunder of hoofs is mingled withthe rattle of musketry and the cheer of the ral-lying troops as the gallant commander spurson to the front. In other ballads we das
St Nicholas [serial] . nd across thedawn-kissed Belgian landscape with Browning tells us how Muleykehs mas-ter, rather than win back his beautiful favorite bydefeating her in the pursuit, shouts to the fleeingthief telling him how to call forth her highestVol. XXV.—41. 3 speed, our hearts go out to him in sympathy ashis pet steed in consequence vanishes foreverfrom his fond sight. Sheridans Ride wakesus up till the thunder of hoofs is mingled withthe rattle of musketry and the cheer of the ral-lying troops as the gallant commander spurson to the front. In other ballads we dash withKit Carson over the crisp dry prairies withthe roaring fire-demon in hot pursuit, or weshoot our animal in Lasca, that stirring poemby Frank Desprez, and take refuge from thestampeded cattle beneath his poor body. But it is only within recent years that quickhorses have been developed and appreciatedand admired, and the poet has not yet at-tempted to sing the praises of this more pro- 322 THE QUICK HORSE. [ saic but noble animal. Yet, after all, to one broke out everybody far and near began to runwho carefully examines the matter, the quick and, especially, began to yell; and the volun-teer firemen of thattime, being in the ser-vice for the excitementof it, joined in the yelland started out the oldhand-engine from itssolemn repose, whilethe foreman runningahead shouted innu-merable orders hoarse-ly through his trum-pet, to the great de-light of hundreds ofsmall boys panting tokeep up in the glori-ous race. The fire—that wasaltogether a secondarymatter; and when theyall finally got there,they went to work withmore or less efficiency. horse appears to havequite as good, if not abetter, claim upon ouradmiration and sym-pathy and encourage-ment. The swift horsewins the race; and inthese days he may causeconsiderable money tochange hands, in whichthere is certainly no-thing that is commen-dable. But the quickhorse I write aboutsaves life, saves prop-erty, and under mo
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