Good-day." I am going to ask him to write it out.

I am anxious to know what that horse did down at the creek.
Butterwick subsequently bought another horse from a friend of his in the city, but the animal developed eccentricities of such a remarkable character that he became unpopular.

Butterwick, in explaining the subject to me, said, "I was surprised to find, when I drove him out for the first time, that he had an irresistible propensity to back.

He seemed to be impressed with a conviction that nature had put his hind legs in front, and that he could see with his tail; and whenever I attempted to start him, he always proceeded backward until I whipped him savagely, and then he would go in a proper manner, but suddenly, and with the air of a horse who had a conviction that there was a lunatic in the carriage who didn't know what he was about.

One day, while we were coming down the street, this theory became so strong that he suddenly stopped and backed the carriage through the plate-glass window of Mackey's drug-store.