DEAD!

Observer, Volume 9, Issue 524, 5 January 1889, Page 7

DEAD!

Ax L'i'-fnUNTiiv '.Vi'.xosDi . A 'lav Let. Jim! hazy, my o!u iiorse was lazy (Hi.s pace at the i>est was not fast.) ; t iiiust have been dreaming, for ray bitv'ns were j nil teaming With comical though U uF the past. Moilum.u-ht ii. was niylit, in the sil'vry moonlight, _Sofi tinted the clouds in the heaven?, White the people from chapel, liko a biif mob of caitlc, "Were straying in sixes and :-e.voiss. Then oi;o of the hoys ?aid, ' H;;.rk to the noise, There 55 scmotlnnn'goiie crooked. I i>ar : Far away over there, 1 can pietty well swear, Four galloping hoofs I can hofiv.' ]lis words had some meaning, for, cursing and .sereamiiiR 1 , Ca-EC .Dai'by on 'JV.hy i i k f* thunder : The crowd standing 1 b:ick, all "avehim tlie track, Tlieir eyckiils starting with wonder. Said jouno- Harry Murray, ''Wliafc the miachief's your Jiurry r Come tell, what the devil's the matter.-' S'nid ])arby, ; I'm cursed, but we've been on tlie ■■ burst, And I):ui is as dead as a hatter.' ■ We v.-f-I'o drunk, I Bnppose, when we left' Mr Kuao ; • " Good night, and bo eart-fiu." he said, I But Dan put hia horse to a gallop, of course— j T-.vo bounds brought him oJi" on his head.' (t we* jio time to cry ; both boss, Will and I Soon collared can- horsed and started, WJiilo l:ib!..lc and Tom. in the bngrgy swept by, Liao lightinnj,' from hoavcn tjioy 'darted. The pace was tremendous, and Will sail, ' God : send us A clear sky, and the moon will keep brig-lit,' Another hall: hour, the house and the iowe): In the shadows had faded from sight. 'I he tiet'B, although few in the long- avenue, Soetncd to &top as they whirled by to stare At Tite on the grey ; he'' 3 a demon," the- y say— A regular clevii-may-cai-e. j Si ill ojnranl speediuy, onr horrcs tiow leading", lno mare caug-ht her foot, arc! l cursed her; liien iooDied the old tree where Darby told me Dan Scully came off his last burster. : On the ground ho was lying; we were laughinc?, . not, crying; , '■■ ppacldrunlc by tho old stunted willow, >\ ith his clothes hunping- loose, like a huge flag of ; ! truce, I And ;l bottle of rum for a pillow. 'i i With n, start I awake, for old Bolter will shake . Tnose beastly stuidflins from his shoulder. " • No wonder he's cross. * Come, get up, old horse, ■ And (lie when the weather gets colder.' ' A. St£ktto^, Matamata.