A MERRY DUSTMAN.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 1230, 7 April 1914, Page 4

A MERRY DUSTMAN.

There is in Auckland a preacher of the gospel ol happiness who drives a city dustcart, says the General in the Herald. Probably (here were “no shillings in the pockets of bis childhood’s pantaloons,” and it is certain that “the v'tully of riches forms no part of bis conceit,” yet he has a glad soul which most people might envy. His horse is superlatively Clydesdale, and probably never saw a field-gun, much less a cavalry regiment, but it pleases the merry dustman to command his st pp d in military terms. “By the light, quick march!” says he, when one heap of sweepings is picked up, and, like a horse of the Iflfe Guards, the ponderous animal moves off, while the driver shoulders his shovel as if it were the latest magazine rifle, and marches beside the turn out. At the next heap, he orders, “Halt!” and iuslantly the old horse puts his weight into the breeching. Several times have I witnessed the absurdly amusing performance. Invariably, everyone in the vicinity goes away smiling, and the dustman appears to rejoice in the fact.