A Day of Runaways
On Monday, there were no less than
three runaways in town, none of them fortunately resulting seriously to
the occupants of the various rigs.
In the morning, Mrs. Irwin of
Woodhouse, was driving to town. Coming down the hill east of the
Woolen Mill, her horse started to run, and could not be stopped. It ran up
Norfolk Street as far as Curtis' corner, then turned west, being caught by
Mr. Roger Cropp, with no damage done, beyond a severe fright to the
Mr. J. Trembley was drawing dirt
off the streets to Mrs. Rowat's premises. As he opened the gate, the
horses became frightened at the steam exhaust at the Canning Factory, and
started east along Robinson street.
At Ramey's hotel, they swerved to the
northwest and ran toward a small house opposite the fire hall. One animal
ran on the south side of the house, and one on the west side.
tongue of the wagon penetrated the corner of the building, tearing a large
hole in it. A child was ill in this house, and had a bad fright.
The third event ended more
seriously. Mr. and Mrs.
T. J. Agar had been in Walsingham Centre during
the day, and returned to town late in the afternoon.
Mrs. Agar, wishing to
execute a commission in the north ward, called for Leonore [sic] Harper, eldest
daughter of Mr. John Harper, and drove to the house where she wished to
make a call, leaving the little girl in the rig to hold the horses.
It is not known how they became
frightened, but they came down Colborne street, the little girl hanging to
In front of the residence of N. J. H. Green, the horses went
around in a wide circle once or twice and this caused the tongue of
the vehicle to drop down.
A few rods further, in front of the curling
rink, the horses came loose from the buggy, which overturned, throwing the
little driver out. She was fortunately only bruised and scratched a
little, although so terrified as to be almost incoherent.
The animals kept on, one being
caught on Norfolk street. The other slipped on the sidewalk in front of
Lynnwood Park and fell against a stump, breaking its back.
The horse, a
handsome grey animal, for which the owner, Mr. Lewis Green, liveryman, has
refused an offer of $200, was not put out of its agony until the following