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Harper's Weekly, January 19,
Other Pages From this Newspaper Include:
Governor Pickens (Cont.) | Civil War Map of Fort Sumter | Civil War News from January 19, 1861 | Civil War Ship "Brooklyn" | Star of the West | Civil War Letters Between Major Anderson and Governor Pickens
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ing that he had had
a little private
conversation with the horse, and that it had begged him not to ride it
about till its side was healed.
One of the horses of the Second Avenue Railroad was then sent in, with the
Jan. 7, 1861.
" MR. J. S.
RAREY, —The mare
send you is
and strikes with her fore feet.
No one is able to go into her stable.
She is very treacherous,
no warning. If you
tame her your system is
good for any horse."
Herald reporter thus
describes how she was
"'When the horse
the stage. it was a tough-looking
customer enough. A regular car-horse — thin, wiry,
dirty, stubborn, vicious, evil-eyed.
It has not been shod except
with all its
feet tied, and
then with difficulty. Every
time Rarey touched it the horse
kicked most savagely. First
one little strap was tied on, how-ever,
and then another. The horse fell easily, as it had been
used to be thrown thus to be
shod. But when the straps
were taken off, and Rarey began
his familiarities, however, then
came the tug of war. It was
kick and bite, soothe and fondle,
get up and
fall down, until
at last the poor car-horse succumbed
to kindness. Rarey's head lay
between those formidable
hoofs; Rarey's hand unloosed
the bridle which had not
been removed for months; Rarey
played blacksmith, and hammered at the shoe without
any difficulty, and curing the last bit of restlessness by turning
the horse round and round a
while. Rarey led off the subdued old
equine hag with as much
complacency as if biting
and kicking had never been
known. The owner sat beside our reporter, and his surprise—he
knew the horse so well—only
outran that of the audience."
On Thursday, 10th, Mr. Rarey experimented on Pea-cock,
a very savage brute, which seems to possess every vice. The New York
Times says of the experiment : "The collar
which he had round his neck had not been
removed for a great length of time. He was a dangerous
horse to look at, with a switch tail that seemed to bid defiance
to the world. Mr. Rarey placed his hands upon
him. The contest
some time, for Peacock
possessed pluck as well as
endurance, but at length
LADY SEAMER'S ESCAPE.
A LOVE STORY.
DIGBY had at last won what she had been begging and praying for all the
days of her life—that is to say, all the days of her life
since she was wise enough to realize her mother's theory—that it is the first
duty of a poor, well-horn, highly-educated young lady to marry a man of
good family, of good fortune, and of any other good which nature might
have made incidental to the bargain.
Sir John Seamer
had proposed to her, and eh.
had accepted him.
It was in the drawing-room, after a state dinner party; and, when the momentous transaction was accomplished, the gentle. man went over and talked to
Dulcy stood leaning against the piano, turning over her music. Mr. George
Milner approached her and spoke ; she answered
him confusedly, and with the tears in her eyes. Dulcy was not a
lachrymose person, and what had occurred flashed
upon him immediately.
Dulcy Digby and he had been great friends once upon a time (once upon a time was
about four years ago), but George was even poorer then than now, and she was
ambitious and did. not use hint well.
He remembered the miserable pain she had made him suffer, and though he
was radically cured of that wound, which had not even left a cicatrice, he had
not forgiven her. He did not address her
a second time, but turned away with a remorseful generosity. He had first
loved and then hated her. When she would
have amused her leisure with him again, he mortified her. Now he was
indifferent; she had lost her power of fascinating him. If he had seen the man
in the moon courting her he would not have cared.
The same can not be said for
Dulcy. George was a generous, sensible, affectionate, lovable man —if he
only could have
gratified her grand de-sire. More's
the pity, George could not.
He could only
give her a genuine love and admiration, a share
of his younger son's
moderate allowance, and a
venture in his Bank of Hope.
Dulcy preferred certainties and securities, and she refused him at her
peril—refused him with much misgiving and reluctance, and a pain, the permanence
of which she had yet to
learn. She had
a certain tenderness
for George which his persistence might have blown
up into a flame of devotion;
MAP SHOWING THE FORTS, ISLANDS, ETC., OF THE HARBOR OF CHARLESTON, SOUTH