The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-07-16
his ears, and laziIy switching his scanty


time he looked at the old jack. Standing
Oh his porch, as the miners OF the camp
passed on their way down to their claims
on the river, Joggles .facetiously inquired
whether any of them would like to back
" That thar ferocious beast against Old
Pizen for another S200.''
At last all the men of the camp were
down on the river at work. About nine
O'Clock in the morning one Of the men Of
the Buckeye Company happened to go from
the bar up to the bank Of the river for
something. moment after, grinning glee-
fully, ne called out to those below The
impatient Joggles is going to bring on the
game. There II be some fun before long;
See him starting the Ole jack along up the
valley toward the fiat. He's on the sly,
and is getting rather keen to see that
fight"
Watching Joggles, he was seen in the
edge of the timber throwing rocks to urge
the jack to move up streak of open
ground that led to the fiat between two
groves Of pines. Presently he came back
and seated himself on his porch, getting
up once in while and stretching his neck
to see if the jack was going in the right
direction. He was dying to have the ami
mails get together.
At last man who had climbed upon the
bank reported that the jack was not to be
seen, and that he had no doubt gone over
the ridge into the fiat.
All was now excitement among the men,
and two or three of them were constantly
on the river-bank listening for sounds of
the fray. Presently they cried out that
rHE BATTLE WAS BEGUN.
All hands fastened to the top Of the high,
steep bank, whence was to be had fair
view of the open ground leading up to the
ridge, beyond which lay. the fiat where
roamed the fighting horse. Although halt
mile distant a terrible squealing and
braying could be distinctly heard-cries OF
rage and pain from the contending ami
mails. A great cloud Of red dust could be
seen rising from the ridge. This cloud,
that told Of the battle, moved to and fro /:
sometimes appearing to approach quite
near to the crest of the ridge, then again to
recede. All this time there was heard the
most fearful squealing and braying imag-
inable-sometimes very distinctly, again
more family, as the varying breeze waited
the sounds or the scene of the battle
shifted.
Looking toward the camp, Joggles was
seen jumping up and down, and running
frantically about, evidently intensely ex-
cited. Soon he was observed to get a lad
der, and mount the roof Of his porch, and
thence to climb to the top of his house,
vainly stretching out his neck to obtain a
view of the fight.
Now the cloud of dust was seen to rapid
~ approach the crest OF the ridge, and soon
it came whirling over it. Then were seen
two dense clouds of dust, both rolling
rapidly in the direction Of the camp. Wild
snorts and hoarse brays were heard. Swift
~ the red clouds rolled on, and soon in
the foremost the form of an animal could
be seen. A puff Of wind showed this to
be the broncho-Old Pizen. At the dis
lance of three or four hundred yards be-
hind rolled rapidly following cloud, as
we have sometimes seen two small whirl-
winds in playful mood. What was in this
last could not be seen, out the Buckeye"
boys felt that their jackass was thar!
Down i:tc the camp charged the terri
fed broncho,
SNORING WITH FEAR AT EVERY JUMP,
and occasionally half turning his head in
order to see if the terrible jack was still in
pursuit. As the frantic horse tore through
the camp with nostrils distended, name
flying in the wind, and tail sticking out
straight behind, Jogsles was heard shout
ing wildly from the roof Of his house.
/" Whoa, Pizen whoa, Pizenl" But Just
at that moment there was no " whoa - in
Old Pizen. Down through all the little
town he came-making directly for the
bar, as though in search of human assis-
lance.
Straight on he came till he reached the
bank Of the river, here fully 20 feet in
perpendicular height. At the brink he
halted, hesitattng to take the fearful leap,
and with eyes starting from their sockets,
took one despairing look behind. Then
came the venomous and iudomitable jack,
never breaking his steady, rolling gallop.
With outstretched neck, ears laid back,
and scant tail whipping up and down with
each bound on he came. The old broncho
erected his tail, took one more glance at
his approaching foe, gave snort Of terror.
and leaped from the bank down int the
river. Luckily for him the water was
deep. Rising to the surface he swan to
the opposite shore, and came out AL right
on a bar that nut ont from the hank on