Manuscripts/Mixed Material [A Dirty Trick on the Little Horse]
is to drive th' damn truck and then hell is to pay. An accident happens and somebody, maybe four or five people at once, usually innocent bystanders who've had nothing at all to do with it in the first place, get killed or busted up in the destruction that follows.
“‘Tis hell, but that is the way of it..
“But what I was reminded of, Daca, when ye mentioned them five unfortunate victims gettin' smashed up by an ‘accident’ with one of them big motor trucks—then roasted in the fire that followed the tragedy ye read about in the paper, was of th' most terrible slaughter of human beings that any truck, in th' whole history of th' truckin' industry, was ever mixed up in the City of New York.
“It was no ‘motor truck’ as big an a box car, travelin' along th' street at thirty or forty miles an hour, that was responsible for it, or mixed in it.
“It was a damn little one-horse ‘horse truck’ and it was standin' still when th' disaster happened. Indeed, th' damn thing was not even big enough to be properly called a ‘truck’ at all, if a man sticks to th' absolute truth which of course he should always do. It was nothin' but a rickety, wobbly-wheeled (which probably needed greasin') spring wagon. The kind of rig ye can sometimes see, even these days. Some flower peddler or junk-collector will be drivin' it around the streets...and th' horse pullin' it will be bony and need curryin' and evidently doesn't get as much oats and hay as he ought to.