I reckon I'm very
little good now, but I'm rememberin' the things I used to do befo'
I took to transpo'tin' real estate with the help an' assistance of
this gentleman here." He looked at Muldoon.
"Invijjus arterficial hind legs!" said the ex-carhorse, with a grunt
of contempt. "On de Belt Line we don't reckon no horse wuth his
keep 'less he kin switch de car off de track, run her round on de
cobbles, an' dump her in ag'in ahead o' de truck what's blockin'
him. Dere is a way o' swingin' yer quarters when de driver says,
'Yank her out, boys!' dat takes a year to learn. Onct yer git onter
it, youse kin yank a cable-car outer a manhole. I don't advertise
myself for no circus-horse, but I knew dat trick better than most,
an' dey was good to me in de stables, fer I saved time on de Belt
- an' time's what dey hunt in N' York."
"But the simple child o' nature -" the yellow horse began.
"Oh, go an' unscrew yer splints! You're talkin' through yer
bandages," said Muldoon, with a horse-laugh. "Dere ain't no
loose-box for de simple child o' nature on de Belt Line, wid de
Paris comin' in an' de Teutonic goin' out, an' de trucks an' de
coupe's sayin' things, an' de heavy freight movin' down fer de
Boston boat 'bout t'ree o'clock of an August afternoon, in de
middle of a hot wave when de fat Kanucks an' Western horses drops
dead on de block.
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