Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. A. S. Eager]
We had a beautiful mare and had been offered $250 for her. I had driven her to Broken Bow and back without trouble. But she would sometimes balk, especially if you used a whip on her. My husband hitched her with an old horse onto a wagon load of corn and hit her with the whip. She reared up and put her feet on the horse's neck. He whipped her and beat her and broke sticks and boards over her back. Then he came in the house and said “Where is that gun? I'm going to kill that mare.” Altho the shellers were waiting for their dinner in the house, I grabbed my sunbonnet and ran and parted the mare, talked to her a little, jumped on the wagon and drove to Waverly with the corn. I had a twelve year old girl helping me and I told her and my husband to put the meal on the table. He tried to stop me but I left and when I got back he was over his temper.
This is a piece of poetry written by Mrs. Eager several years ago to a close friend. I copied from her scrap book.
It is March 31st! The good lord save us!
But this is the birthday of Walter Davis
The Davis whose food shops have bro't
And whos coffee is talked of alll over
If you should be hungry, just visit his place
and smiles will soon be covering his face.
When I heard 'twas his birthday I hurried
After putting on new shoes, best hat and gown
And I searched all the stores for almost a
And then ran across this cute little freak;
It has something about it so quaint and
so new —-
Thats why Mr. Davis I bought if for you.