The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-03-01

now" said he, when he had recov-
cred, "let's go out to the barn to see the
colts. There is where can talk best.
Though 1 amt fust class talker no
time, can get on better when I'm see
ing good, healthy colt reaching for his
hay"
II reckon, now," he said, after hav-
ing shown me his horse serlatim, "you
are thinking I'd ort to tell you how 1
peremted the gal that went out the gate
on the jumping brown colt. Well, sit
down here, and 1 will tell ye; but fust
wait till / say word about that colt
she's a riding. Now, ye might think,
seeing a woman on him, that he's
picnic horse, and that all his cavorting
is only frills and 'passear doings, but 1
tell ye he means it. He's a son of gun
on hoofs. call him Quien Sabe, because
1 don't know his pedigree. He had just
as good chance to be Belmont as to
be Patchen, on the side of the sire,
and which it is no one knows. His
dam was Abdallah and Medoc, and that
kind of a mix, ye knows, makes power
and ambition till ye can't rest. He looks
and acts like Patchen, but goes like a
Belmont. Lainey, that's my gals name,
says he's the strongest, inginrubberest,
long g-bottomest hoss she ever had under
her. And she's judge. She's nater-
ally judge as well as by experience.
But 1, for my part, wouldn't throw a
leg over Quien Sabe-not once for the
price of him, and refused thousand
for him when he was two-year old.
He's raising five now, and Lainey's
been riding him off and on for two
years"
"W Where did Miss Lainey, or, that is
to say, Miss-Miss-"
Woods-Lainey Woods, that's her
name. My name is Moasick. Elden
Moasick."
"Ah, yes. Where, L would ask, did
Miss Woods find field for the develop
ment of her peculiar talent ?"
"That's what Pm going to tell ye,"
said Mr.. Moasick; looking very serious
ly, yet somewhat comically, at me, he
shook his finger and added " But don't
ye ever fall into the idee that Lainey
don't know much above or below a
saddle. If we ever should fall into that
idee and happen to be a-conversing with
her at the time, she'll take the starch
out o. ye mighty quick-and ye won't
be the fust young fellow that's gone up
the flume that way"
And here th venerable Mr.. Moasick
had very slight attack of risible
asthma. When he recovered he said
"The way peremted Lainey was
this. 1 was in California when the
Reese River mining excitement broke
out in Nevada in 1852, and wasn't doing
much good. 1 bought cheap little
Mexican jackass, packed my blankets,
grub, tools, and cooking outfit upon his
back, took the road behind his tail and
went foot into the Nevada mountains,
away east of Reese River, determined to
find silver mine. / had little money
on hand and a little more a-coming to
me from good men, when l started. L
sunk it all in two years and worked
hard, but found nothing in the mining
way wuth talking about. In the sum-
mer of '64 heard of the drouth in Cali
fornia, and of how cattle and hosses
were dying there of hunger, while where
1 was there was any amount of good
hoss grass. Now is my chance, 1
thought. I'm losing big money not
having stock to eat this grass. took
my jackass and started for East Nevada
on foot along the over land stage-road
for California, calculating to fetch hosses
on the shares to Nevada. Besides my
jackass, had also a dog-a dog that
peremted me--a mixed dog-a kind of
st. Bernard and shepherd dog-and he
was mighty wise dog.
son the stage-road them days there
was no houses-no houses anywhere
near it-only the stables and 'ostlers'
quarters at stations fifteen to twenty
miles apart. At these stations weren't
no women or families-just men, and
mighty hard citizens most of them men
was. There being no place to stop at
or fool away time on kept right ahead,
day after day, with my percession.
There was fust the jack, then me, then
the dog, one behind the other, all as
solemn as could be.
II wasn't feeling no ways cheerful
myself, but by the looks of things when