The Horse That B'leeved he 'd Get There
 You 've seen them thrashin' machines they 're usin' round
here. The sort, you know, where the horses keep steppin' up
a board thing 's if they was climbin up-hill or goin' up a
pair o' stairs, only they don't never get along a mite; they
keep right in the same place all the time, steppin' and
steppin', but never gittin on.
Well, I knew a horse once, that worked on one o' them
things. His name was Jack, and he was a nice horse. First
time they put him on to thrash, he did n't know what the
machine was, and he walked along and up the boards quick and
lively, and he did n't see why he did n't get on faster.
was a horse side of him named Billy, a
 kind o' frettin', cross feller, and he see through it right
"Don't you go along," he says to Jack; " 't ain't no use; you
won't never get on, they 're foolin' us, and I won't give in
to 'em." So Billy he hung back and shook his head, and
tried to get away, and to kick, and the man whipped him, and
hollered at him. But Jack, he went on quiet and quick and
pleasant, steppin' away, and he says softly to Billy, "Come
along," he says; "it's all right, we 'll be there bimeby.
Don't you see how I 'm gittin' on a'ready?" And that was
the ways things went every day.
Jack never gin up; he climbed and climbed, and walked and
walked, jest 's if he see the place he was goin' to, and 's
if it got nearer and nearer. And every night, when they took
him off, he was as pleased with his day's journey
 's if he 'd gone twenty mile. "I 've done first-rate to-day,"
he says to cross, kickin' Billy. "The roads was good, and I
never picked up a stone nor dropped a shoe, and I got on a
long piece. I 'll be there pretty soon," says he. "Why,"
says Billy, "what a foolish
fellow you be! You 've been in the same place all day, and
ain't got on one mite. What do you mean by there?
Where is it you think you 're goin, anyway?"
"Well, I don't 'zackly know," says Jack, "but I 'm
gittin' there real spry. I 'most see it one time to-day."
He did n't mind Billy's laughin' at him, and tryin' to keep
him from bein' sat'sfied. He jest went on tryin' and tryin'
to get there, and hopin' and believin' he would after a
spell. He was always peart and comfortable, took his work
real easy, relished his victuals and drink, and slept first
rate nights. But Billy he fretted
 and scolded and kicked and bit, and that made him hot and
tired, and got him whipped, and hollered at, and pulled, and
yanked. You see, he had n't got anything in his mind to
chirk him up, for he did n't believe anything good was
comin', as Jack did; he 'most knowed it was n't, but Jack
'most knowed it was. And Jack took notice of things that
Billy never see at all. He see the trees a-growin', and
heered the birds a-singin', and Injun Brook a-gugglin' along
over the stones, and he watched the butterflies a-flyin', and
sometimes a big yeller 'n black one would light right on his
back. Jack took notice of 'em all, and he 'd say, "I 'm
gettin' along now, certin sure, for there 's birds and posies
and flyin' things here I never see back along. I
guess I 'm most there." " 'There,
there!' " Billy 'd say. "Where is it,
 anyway? I ain't never seen any o' them posies and creaturs
you talk about, and I 'm right side of you on these old
boards the whole time."
And all the children round there liked Jack. They 'd watch
the two horses workin', and they see Billy all cross and
skittish, holdin' back and shakin' his head and tryin' to
kick, never takin' no notice o' them nor anything. And,
again, they see Jack steppin' along peart and spry, pleasant
and willin', turnin' his head when they come up to him, and
lookin' friendly at 'em out of his kind brown eyes, and
they 'd say, the boys and girls would, "Good Jack! nice old
Jack!" and they 'd pat him, and give him an apple, or a
carrot, or suthin' good. But they
did n't give Billy any. They did n't like his ways,
and they was 'most afraid he 'd bite their fingers. And
 Jack would say, come evenin', "It 's gittin' nicer and nicer we
get further on the road,—ain't it? Folks is pleasanter
speakin', and the victuals 'pears better flavored, and
things is comfortabler every way, seems 's if, and I jedge
by that we 're 'most there." But Billy 'd say, a-grumblin'
away, "It 's worse 'n worse,—young ones a-botherin' my life
out o' me, and the birds a-jabberin' and the posies a-smellin'
till my head aches. Oh, deary me! I 'm 'most dead." So 't
went on and kep' on. Jack had every mite as hard work as
Billy, but he did n't mind it, he was so full o' what was
comin' and how good 't would be to get there. And 'cause
he was pleasant and willin' and worked so good, and 'cause he
took notice o' all the nice things round him, and see new
ones every day, he was treated real kind, and never got
 and used up and low in his mind like Billy. Even the flies
did n't pester him 's they done Billy, for he on'y said, when
he felt 'em bitin' and crawlin', "Dog-days is come," says
he, "for here 's the flies worse and worse. So the summer 's
most over, and I 'll get there in a jiffy now."
What am I stoppin' for, do you say, 'Miry? 'Cause that 's all.
You need n't make sech a fuss, child'en. It 's done, this
story is, I tell ye. Leastways I don't know any more on it.
I told you all about them two horses, and which had a good
time and which did n't, and what 't was made the differ'nce
'twixt 'em. But you want to know whether Jack got there.
Well, I don't know no more 'n the horses did what there was,
but in my own mind I b'leeve he got it. Mebbe 't was jest
dyin' peaceful and quiet, and restin' after all that steppin'
 and climbin'. He 'd a-liked that, partic'lar when he
knowed the folks was sorry to have him go, and would allus
rec'lect him. Mebbe 't was jest livin' on and on,
int'rested and enjoyin', and liked by folks, and then bein'
took away from the hard work and put out to pastur' for the
rest o' his days. Mebbe 't was—Oh! I d' know. Might 'a'
been lots o' things, but I feel pretty certin sure he got
it, and he was glad he had n't gi'n up b'leevin' 't would
come. For you 'member, all the time when Billy 'most
knowed it was n't, Jack 'most knowed 't was.