The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-07-16
"0LD P1zEN.'
The Fighting Horse OF the SsanIs.
laus.-A Remtn1sconee OF the Ear.y
Mining Life Of Senator Jones, of
Nevada.

Mtniux Life Of Senator Jones. OF
Nevada.
From the Virginia City New Enterprise.)
In the early days, many years ago" Sem
ator Jones was engaged in mining on the
Stan;slaus River, California, at a place
called Cherokee Flat. It was small
camp, containing scarcely more than a
dozen habitations, all told. The most i'm
posing structure in the camp was board
ing house, owned by Mr.. Joggles, Mis-
sourian. This Joggles was man Of sport
ing proclivities. He owned vicious
looking bulldog, with but one eye, whose
nose was covered with scars, and whose
frcnt teeth were always visible, even when
in the most friendly mood. This dog he
YVES ready to back against any dog on the
river for fight. He also had two or three
game ROSTERS of whose proves he was
boastful. But his especial glory and pride
was his fighting horse, large, powerfully
muscled, and exceedingly vicious "bron-
cho," which he called "Old Pizen." And
''pizen'' he was to all four-footed crea-
lures in that region; indeed, was so
''mean" that he was almost poison in HIM
self.
This fierce and unsocial beast had taken
possession of large grassy fiat, about half
a mile above the camp, and would allow
no other animal to come upon what he
viewed as his private domain; nor, for the
matter of that to come anywhere near the
camp. At Cherokee Flat, the old broncho
was monarch of all he surveyed. He had
whipped and run off every animal that
had ever been brought to the camp. The
miners several times swore vengeance
against cold Pizen," and would have shot
him, but that they liked Joggles, and the
soul of Joggles delighted in Old Pizen,
therefore they let him live
Not content with conquering intruders
the old broncho would chase them for
miles, running them clear out of the coun-
try. The moment he saw a strange ami
NAL be laid back his ears and went for him
using both heels and teeth.
About this Joggles didn't care a cent.
When toll of one of the exploits of the
animal he would laugh in spite of himself,
and would swear that Old Pizen was the
"BIGGIsr F1GHTIN' Hoss on THE STAINS
LAUs,"
and that he would "back him agin any
critter that ever wore har." He would tell
how big American horse chased away by
Old Pizen was found forty miles distant
with his tail 8nawed off to a mere stump.
When he thought of the comical appear
ance the MANNED horse must have present
ed with his little stump of tail, Joggles
would laugh till tears would run down his
cheeks.
The fame of the Fighting horse" ex-
tended for miles around the camp. Pros
pectors passing that way with pack ami
mails were warned against him. 'Beware
of the fighting horse p was the word
through all that section of the country.
Sonora, the county seat of Tuolumne
county, was the source whence the miners
at Cherokee Flat drew their supplies of
grub" and other necessaries. The town
was fifteen OF twenty miles distant, and the
miners would occasionally go up there, or
der what they wanted, and have it "pack-
ed" down to their cabins.
One day ]. P. Jones and one of his part
ners went up to Sonora to procure supplies
for their company, known as the "Buck-
eye." They remained over night in town,
intending to return the next day. In the
morning. soon after they arose, they heard
terrible commotion in livery stable JUS,
across the street from their hotel. Run.
ming over to ascertain the cause, they
found that.
A BIG SPANISH JACKAss
had found his way into the stable through
rear door, and was on the war.path
among the horses. He had cleaned out
several stalls almost at dash, and then
reached that occupied by powerful STALL
ion. Here he found work to do. As Jones
and partner entered furious battle was
raging, the horse using his heels and the
jack his teeth. The horse being confined
by strong halter, the jack had rather the
best Of it. After tearing and mangling the
TANKS Of the horse frightfully, the furious
jack, mindful of the blews the stablemen
were raining upon his back, suddenly
crowded himself forward in the stall and
seized the horse by the under lip. Here
he held on like bulldog, the poor horse