A HORSE YARN.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XXX, Issue 1514, 17 May 1898, Page 5

A HORSE YARN.

A TRUE TALE. Mr John Pryde, of Bannockburn, owns a horse "Jerry," which, judging by the folio.ving occurrence, bids fair to rival in siaacity and intelligence Probaaco's " Mahomet," the talking harae. Jerry is located at the pit mouth in Adams' gully, and daily perambulates the drives through which he pulls, to the landing stage, the trucks loaded with the dusky diamonds of commerce. Now, Jerry is nothing if he is not methodical. Be knows the dinner hour as well as the men, and not another truck will he haul out, if that momentous hour has arrived. He is a willing worker in point of fact, but he enjoys hia tucker, and his tucker he must have. One day recently the dinner hour struck, and so did Jerry ; but on going up to his accustomed dinner table, he "found hia claim jumped—a team of horses being occupied discussing with becoming gravity and leisure, their midday meal. Jerry cared not whose oats were on that table spread. They might belong to his master, or they might have been put there by the other horses' boss. He wanted his feed and he made bold to have a cut in at the joint. But the team hoises were " not on" and jostled Jerry out. Yet like a wise general ho awaited an opening in the enemy's ranks. This happening later on, he sailed in with all promptitude, and, seizing the box holua bolus by his teeth, carried his prize into friendly waters. Arrived there he dumped it down and bagan to feed, after having given " the nod " to a stable companion to join hini in the feast. Mr Pryde tells us that the look of satisfaction in Jerry's face, and the twinkle in his eye, betokened an almost human appreciation of the victory he had just won. Jerry, evidently, is too high class for the coal biz. He should be introduced to the sawdust and buskin profesh—the circus ring is about the only position worthy of auch talents and accomplishments as lus.