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Daily Children's Stories — Solomon John Goes for Apples. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
Discover top rated stays loved by guests. Read it highest by real guests through authentic reviews. Verbo. Book a vacation rental loved by guests. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so? Fire. Try them all only at my dogs. Solomon John agreed to ride to Farmer Joneses for a basket of apples. And he decided to go on horseback. The horse had brought round to the door. Now he had not ridden for a great while, and though the little boys were there to help him,
he had great trouble in getting on the horse. He tried to grate many times, but always found himself facing the wrong way, looking at the horse's tail. They turned the horse's head first up the street, then down the street. It made no difference. He always made some mistake and found himself sitting the wrong way. Well, he said it last. I don't know as I care. If the horse has his head in the right direction, that is the main thing. Sometimes I ride this way in cars because I like it better. I can turn my head easily enough to see where we are going. So off he went, and the little boys said he looked like a circus rider, and they were much pleased. He rode along out of the village under the Elms very quietly. Pretty soon he came to a bridge, where the road went across a little stream. There a road at the side, leading down to the stream, because sometimes wagoners wondered their horses there.
Solomon John's horse turned off too to the drink of the water. Very well, said Solomon John. I don't blame him for wanting to wet his feet, and to take a drink this hot day. When he reached the middle of the stream, the horse bent over his head. How far his neck comes into his back, exclaimed Solomon John. And at that very moment he found he had slid down over the horse's head, and was sitting on a stone looking into the horse's face. There were two frogs, one on each side of him, sitting just as he was, which pleased Solomon John so he began to laugh instead of cry. But the two frogs jumped into the water. It's time for me to go on, said Solomon John. So he gave a jump, as he had seen the frogs do. And this time he came all right on the horse's back, facing the way he was going. It is a little placenter, he said.
The horse wondered to nibble a little of the grass by the side of the way, but Solomon John remembered what a long neck he had and would not let him stop. At last he reached farmer Jones, who gave him his basket of apples. Next he was to go on to the cider mill, up a little lane by farmer Jones's house, to get a jug of cider. But as soon as the horse was turned into the lane, he began to walk very slowly. So slowly the Solomon John thought he would not get there before night. He whistled and shouted and thrust his knees into the horse. But still he would not go. Perhaps the apples are too heavy for him, he said. So he began by throwing one of the apples out of the basket. It hit a fence by the side of the road, and that started up the horse, and he went on merely. That was the trouble, said Solomon John.
That apple was too heavy for him. But very soon the horse began to go slower and slower. So Solomon John thought he would try another apple. This hit a large rock and bounced back under the horse's feet and sent him off at a great pace. But very soon he fell again into a slow walk. Solomon John had to try another apple. This time it fell into a pool of water and made a great splash, and set the horse out again for a little while. He soon returned to a slow walk. So slow that Solomon John thought it would be tomorrow morning before he got to the cider mill. It is rather a waste of apples, thought he. But I can pick them up as I come back because the horse will be going home at a quick pace. So he flung out another apple. That fell among a party of ducks, and they began to make such a quacking and waddling
that it frightened the horse into a quitt trot. So the only way Solomon John could make his horse go was by flinging his apples. Now on one side, now on the other. One time he frightened a cow that rang along by the side of the road while the horse reached with her. Another time he started up a brute of turkeys that gobbled and strutted enough to startle twenty horses. In another place he came near hitting a boy who gave such a scream that it sent the horse off at a furious rate. And Solomon John got quite a excited himself, and he did not stop till he had thrown away all his apples, and had reached the corner of the cider mill. Very well, said he, if the horse is so lazy, he won't mind my stopping to pick up the apples on the way home, and I am not sure, but I shall prefer walking a little to riding the beast. The man came out to meet him from the cider mill and reached him the jug.
He was just going to take it when he turned his horse's head round, and delighted at the idea of going home, the horse set off at a full run without waiting for the jug. Solomon John clung to the reins, and his knees held fast to the horse. He called out, whoa, whoa, but the horse would not stop. He went galloping on past the boy who stopped and flung an apple at him, past the turkeys that came and gobbled at him. By the cow that turned and ran back and erased with them until her breath gave out, by the ducks that came and quacked at him. By an old donkey that braied over the wall at him, by some hens that ran into the road under the horse's feet and clucked at him. By a great rooster that stood up on a fence and croted him, by farmer Jones, who looked out to see what had become of him, down the valley street, and he never stopped until he reached the door of the house. Out came Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin, Agamemnon, Elizabeth Eliza, and the little boys.
Solomon John got off his horse a lot of breath. Where is the jug of cider? Ask Mrs. Peterkin. It's at the cider mill, said Solomon John. At the mill, exclaim Mrs. Peterkin. Yes, said Solomon John. The little boys had better walk out for it. They will enjoy it, and they'd better take a basket. For long the way they will find plenty of apples scattered all along on either side of the lane, and hens, and ducks, and turkeys, and a donkey. The little boys looked at each other and went, but they stopped first and put on their India rubber boots. End of Solomon John goes for apples.
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