05-02-2018, 06:35 PM
One day, shortly before the War Between the States broke out, me and my horse booked passage on a riverboat up to Cincinatti to see the World Exposition. Dark Dick was on the boat, running his shell game as usual. Cream of Caulk had disembarked at Vicksburg to visit relatives.
While we were strolling about the Texas deck to pass the time, we spotted a beautiful young woman. My horse whistled. I told him to mind his manners.
"Oh, it's all right," he said. "Me and her are old friends."
He introduced the woman to me as Trix Malone. She said she was bound for Cincinatti too, where she would take a ferry across the river, then a stagecoach down to Lexington and points beyond.
I asked her how she had met my horse.
"Oh, didn't you know? My folks were his original owners. He won the Kentucky Derby when I was a wee lass."
I looked at my horse incredulously. He was beaming proudly. "No, ma'am, I reckon that news got right past me."
While we were strolling about the Texas deck to pass the time, we spotted a beautiful young woman. My horse whistled. I told him to mind his manners.
"Oh, it's all right," he said. "Me and her are old friends."
He introduced the woman to me as Trix Malone. She said she was bound for Cincinatti too, where she would take a ferry across the river, then a stagecoach down to Lexington and points beyond.
I asked her how she had met my horse.
"Oh, didn't you know? My folks were his original owners. He won the Kentucky Derby when I was a wee lass."
I looked at my horse incredulously. He was beaming proudly. "No, ma'am, I reckon that news got right past me."
