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Isabelle Nixon writes: "In summer we rode in a homemade cart with wheels from an
old plow. My Dad was a great inventor! Sitting so close behind the horse kept us quite alert, especially when the horse was on green sheaves. We drove an old white horse named "Nellie". I think she was grey before she was white. Her speed was bull-low and no amount of whipping could coax her into running more than four steps at a time. In winter we drove a homemade cutter with a top, but no shafts. Sometimes on a small hill, the traces would loosen and unhook, and the sleigh would run up on the horse's heels. Nellie would leap forward, and the Irene would be dragged headlong out the open window at the front screaming and yelling "Whoa!"