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Show THE RUNAWAY. Agreeable to prediction made in last week's Leader, a runaway has taken place. Last Saturday afternoon a fine span of horses, attached to a wagon were standing at the Deseret grist mill while their owner was in the building. The animals were tied but became frightened at some boys, who were playing in that vicinity; so they broke loose, dashed up the hill and started down Second street at a frightful speed. When the west side walk of Main street was reached, they turned suddenly and went flying northward, along the walk, between the stores and the gutter-the clatter of their hoofs and the rattle of the wagon making such a noise that many people thought a shock of earthquake had struck the town, and the more timid of them quaked accordingly. The first two or three buildings were passed without accident, but when Ormsby's drug store was reached the wrecking began. A wheel of the vehicle struck the fine signpost in front of that establishment and sent timbers, boards, splinters, &c. in all directions. The large wooden mortar and pestle, which had surmounted the post, sailed through the air a distance of 20 or 30 feet and played havoc with the pretty sign of J. T. Hammond's book store. During this time the horses had been running onward, making all the foot passengers give way; and finally the Co-op was reached. They turned slightly and seemed about to crush their way through the glass door of the clothing department; but a division of opinion occurred, they struck the high board fence instead and an entire separation took place-one of them going into the yard and one out to the street, while the wagon remained lodged on walk. The owner soon after appeared, collected his property, and went sorrowfully on his way. |