In one of our western exchanges we find an army correspondent’s description of a mule that wouldn’t go ashore: “Curse you, you brute,” roared a soldier, whose philosophy had been sorely tried by an ill-conditioned, mangy little mule that first pitched off the plank into the river, and then when dragged to the brink obstinately refused to lift a foot to try to get out, and absolutely lay there, limp as a rag, without evening holding up its head, till it was dragged out into the mud, neck and heels, with a rope manned by a file of soldiers – “Curse the brute, what were you born a mule for anyway? Your father wasn’t a mule, neither was your mother; what business had you to be born a mule anyway, you brute you?” And a sounding cuff toward the butt of the long ear emphasized the startling inquiry. – Buffalo Express.
– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Saturday Morning, April 12, 1862, p. 2
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