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Show Hard on the Mare. Twice, as the bus slowly wended Its way up the steep Cumberland Gap, the door at the rear opened and slammed. At first those inside paid little heed; but the third time demanded to know why they should be disturbed in this fashion. "Whist," cautioned the driver, doan't spake so loud; she'll overhear us." "Who?" "The mare. Spake low! Shure, Oi'm desavin th' crayture. Everry tolme she 'ears th' door close, she thinks won o' yez is gettin' down ter walk up th' hill, an' that sort o' raises her sperrits." Success Magazine. |