A THRILLING RIDE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 27, 5 July 1890, Page 20

A THRILLING RIDE.

ONE night a Carolina judge had been out very late, and on his return, after stabling his horse, he kept vigil even later with some sympathetic friends. <>n rising in the morning and descending to the breakfast-room, his throat very dry, what was his surprise to find the demijohn that stood on the table in a similar arid condition. • Sambo !’ • Ye-s, sah.' ‘ Take this demijohn, saddle the mare, and ride down to the Corners and get it tilled as quickly as yon know how. Do you hear ?’ ‘ Ye-s, sah.’ His orders given, and the slow ami stuttering Sambo out of the room, the thirsty son of Bacchus and Minerva sat himself down, watch in hand, to await the execution of his commission. ‘ Two minutes,' he murmured, brokenly, gasping as chictens do when their porridge is too dry. ‘ The mare is bridled —saddled—and Sambo is on her back. Now he is down the path, out of the gate, and on the highway. Good old Bessie, how she flies along I Now they are by the willow - tree. Now they arecrossingthe brook—and now—nowthe two miles are finished, and they are at the store. Two minutes for the boy to finish waiting on the customers already there—two minutes to draw the stuff for Sambo, and it is on its way. Here it comes—over the biook and by the tree — along the road —along the lane—through the gate —up the path—and here it is with Sambo ’’ • I s-say, m-massa. I c-can't find that ere bridle anywha'l Why. h-h-here it is. massa. behind your chair I Guess you must ha’ bringed it in last night !’