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1:6 Scale Mules and Burros
All my current repaints are hand-sanded in the direction of
the horse's natural hair pattern for a more realistic finish. They are
hand-painted (no air brushing) with brushes in the direction of the horse's
natural hair pattern, again for a more realistic look. I do not use a
sealant on the paint, but I usually put anywhere from 4-5 coats of paint on each
horse. The paint may chip if the horse is dropped or while putting on or
taking off your saddles, etc.; therefore, I do not recommend these for children.
I also recommend that you don't store the horses with tack on. I have also
ventured into custom remaking/resculpting the Marx horses now because I am bored
with the usual poses.
Check out my FOR SALE page or ebay
for models for sale from time to time.
Mules are the result of breedings between male donkeys and
female horses. Their offspring can be either male or female but are
considered sterile. There have been instances where female mules have
given birth and, therefore, were not sterile, but it is considered rare.
Scroll down to read "Ode to A Mule," referencing Ruth the mule from
The Notorious Meddler
"Short Stories, Songs, Poems & More" / randyspecktacular.com
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Ode To A Mule
James Arness died today. Gunsmoke was every one's favorite TV show back when
I was a kid. For years, at my house, we watched every single episode that came
on the TV. There's isn't any need to explain the show because I am sure that
most of you have seen an episode of Gunsmoke at one time or another.
When I heard that Mr. Arness had passed away, I went online, because I wanted to
read some quotes from the TV show - more specifically, I wanted to read some
dialogue between Festus, played by singer Ken Curtis (Sons of the Pioneers), and
the rest of the cast. Festus had a way of speaking, but he always spoke the
truth and what he said always made sense, well in a Festus-sort-of way, I guess.
So, I went online to do that, and well, one click led to another click, and then
another and another, and before I knew it, I found myself on YouTube, and that's
when I heard, for the first time in many years, this beautiful story that I want
to share with you.
If you paid close attention to Gunsmoke, you know that Festus took care of mules
and all their names were Ruth -- even if they were jacks. Festus' mule was
always a jack but HIS name was always RUTH!
In the words of Festus Hagen, here's why.....
You ask how come I call my old mule, Ruth, when in fact the solemn truth is that
he's a jack, and not no jenny, that's for sure. Well, they's no call for you to
know, but since you asked, I'll tell you so just settle back and heed to what I
It started in 1861, the war, well it had just begun to be a war. I wasn't much,
so to speak, a mule skinner, not one to seek fame nor fortune, especially in no
Now, every man's got a pride. Most times it's deep inside about his job and mine
was attending mules. My favorite was a long-eared jenny. Now, I reckon you'll
think that I'm a ninny 'cause I loved her just like I'd love my mother. She was
faithful, stout and she was smart, and friend, she had lots of heart. If she'd
been a man, I'd a loved her like a brother.
Well, we'd fought back with all we had, but still the war was a going bad, for
in '64 Schofield hit us Tennessee boys hard, and just thirty miles away, at
dawn, near Spring Hill on a early 'morn, five generals that wore Confederate
gray had chitlins and bacon and eggs and grits. Lord, they'd planned to give 'em
fits but the tide of war just went the other way. The five brave men that led
Hood's charge was met by a artillery barrage that mowed 'em down just like so
Now, somebody had to get them men and, by golly I can't remember when I've ever
been so proud as I was that day. "Just take 'ol Ruth," the Captain said, and
when it got dark, I slowly led my jenny to the Harpeth Rivers bank. I'd found
them boys in gray and when on Ruth's back they stiffly lay, I started back, but
then my spirit sorta sank. A dad-blamed sentry opened fire and them Yankee's did
conspire to add me to their list of casualties. Well, 'ol Ruth, she just plowed
along not a listening to the bullet song, just brushed 'em off like they was a
swarm of bees.
Well, somehow we got back that night, and I thanked God I was alright. I'd
brought them boys from where they was a laying. I hadn't even got a scratch, so
I lit my pipe and when the match flared up, I seen 'ol Ruth was just a swaying'.
Blood was running down her side. My throat choked up and then I cried, and she
looked at me and her eyes was soft and brown. She seemed to say, "Now, don't cry
for me, we had a job to do, you see!" And, then 'old Ruth just seemed to slide
There's a marker that I put on her grave that reads, "Here lies a mule that gave
her life and that's the truth. Now, every mule I'll ever own will bare your
name. So, be it known while I'm alive, they'll always be a Ruth "
Yeah, they'll always be a Ruth.
What a beautiful story, in the words of Festus Hagen. Now, to get the full
effect, you have to click
on the video (CLICK HERE) and hear 'Festus' tell it. It is a very
moving and inspirational piece. By the way, Ken Curtis died in 1991.
R.I.P. Marshall Dillon!
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