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Updated: June 29, 2025
"To 'climb down' is sometimes used as a figure of speech," remarked the Wizard. "Well, this was a figure of a cat," said Jim, "and she WENT down, anyhow, whether she climbed or crept." "Dear me! how careless Eureka is," exclaimed the girl, much distressed. "The Gurgles will get her, sure!" "Ha, ha!" chuckled the old cab-horse; "they're not 'Gurgles, little maid; they're Gargoyles."
"You know, my boy, that in such a time as this if a leader and above all such a capering, high-kicking colt as you begins to mope and droop like a cab-horse in the rain, his men will soon not be worth a what?... Oh, blast the others, when you do so you're moping, and whether your men can stand it or not, I can't! what?... Well, then, for God's sake don't!
Yes, I'm only a cab-horse now, it's true, but once I was in a gentleman's carriage one of a pair, with a coachman and footman on the box, and my lady herself used to pat my nose and give me sugar. They were grand times then that is, they seem grand when I think of them now very little to do, and we were scrubbed and polished until our coats were like satin.
Just then the Scarecrow proposed a race between the Sawhorse and the Cab-horse; and although all the others were delighted at the suggestion the Sawhorse drew back, saying: "Such a race would not be fair." "Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
But nothing could daunt her, and two or three years later she was riding round in her car a striking red one while the major number of her rivals were still dependent upon the ambling cab-horse, directed off and on by a fat driver who was normally asleep.
Why, yes, I've known a cab-horse that turned his nose up so high he could never get it down again into his nose-bag when he wanted to eat his dinner, and they had to have a special sort of nose-bag made for him. Fact! And all along of an old bus-horse a-speaking to him friendly-like as they stood side by side one day.
The case with him was, that his apprenticeship was new; he had been trotting in harness as a veritable cab-horse of politics he by blood a racer; and his nature craved for diversions, against his will, against his moral sense and born tenacity of spirit. Not a word further of the glove.
Last night there was a sudden clatter of hoofs, a shout, and then silence. A runaway cab-horse, a dark night, a wide crossing, and a heavy burden: so death came to a poor woman. People from the house went out to help; and I heard of her, the centre of an unknowing curious crowd, as she lay bonnetless in the mud of the road, her head on the kerb.
And yet I remember that it was that absurd, emaciated, superannuated cab-horse which held my gaze. Slowly and wheezily it was climbing the slope. Then my eye traveled to the driver sitting hunched up upon the box and finally to the young man who was leaning out of the window in some excitement and shouting a direction. They were all indubitably, aggressively alive! Everybody was alive once more!
The game is so unfair, it calls for magnanimity on our part to stake handsomely and lose patiently. Patience, that's it! We must be patient patient as a cab-horse! Pride and dignity demand that we be patient, absolutely. For the sake of certain beautiful things and sweet people in the world, we must give it a good name. But hear me!
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