The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-09-18
COLT-BREAKING.
A Texas Farmers Experience With
the celebrated" Rarey Method.

n AcAAS Farmers Experience Win
the celebrated" Rarey Method.
Smith had q colt to break. little
roan, half mustang and half Morgan,
says the Cincinnati Enquirer. He told
his wife there was no sense in beating
the colts ribs in to break 1t. He had
been reading "Rarey on Training
Horses" and told his wife to come out
in the barnyard and see how he with
kindness could master a colt. The
colt was easily bridled, and would lead
anywhere. Some old harness was
gently laid across its back; and though
trife scared. and it put on its Sum-
day prance, it worked eighteen carats
fine. Smith was delighted. He took
off the harness, and told his wife he
was going to ride it. She gave little
scream, and pleaded with him to wait
till tomorrow.
"Never put off till tomorrow what
ought to have been done yesterday" :"
said Smith, trying to be funny. "Wu+
men are all right in their place, l allus
said, but when a man is breaking a
mustang Morgan silence is a reg lar
Comstock mine" At this juncture the
colt stepped On his foot.
''Go'dang your eternally doblasted
feet! Amt ther room in this hull
barnyard for them internal talons of
yourn, help" and he gave the colt a
slap Oh the neck and backed and
pulled to get his foot out.
kindness, John, kindness!' said his
wife, mildly.
"Lookahere, Susan j. Smith, l want
to know who is breakin' this here
colt" he said, in tone of forced
calmness. II suggest that l am
breakin' this-this measly mustang"
''Did it hurt, dear?"
''Oh, no, it was perfectly delightful;
never had anything to feel so good in
my life," he replied, with infinite sar-
casm. IL suppose if this barn'd fall
down on me I'd hear ye a cooin'
through the fence, Did it hurt, dearp'
Some women are born handsome an
some ain't got no sense. I've seed
lets o. handsome women in my time,
but I'm not acquainted with any at
present." and with this annihilating
remark he turned to the colt,
He made a leap and got on the colt s
back. There was a movement of legs,
and Smith was sitting on air for a
second, and then tumbled headlong
in the fence-corner.
"Oh! oh!' screamed his wife.
"Oh, what?" said Smith, getting up
and trying to look unconcerned while
he wiped the blood off his ear,
II thought that-that-" faltered
his wife.
"Will you state to the audience your
valuable thought? I'll get EN- framed.
Never wanted anything since l was
born so bad. Did ye think l didn't git
off on purpose? May be you thought
that colt throwed me, Do you s'pose
I've monkeyed round horses long as
have to let little calf like that throw
me?" he roared. "Susan j. Smith,
what'd l marry ye fora l tell yer to
yer teeth l got off Lots of consola-
tion can get from n woman chatter
in away at man like guinea-hen.
No wonder tho colt is scared. Poor
colty, poor colty, come now," and the
colt followed as meekly as lamb.
May be you wouldn't get on the colt,
Susie, DEAR" and he looked very hard
at his wife. 'Would you, Susie?" he
drawled in killing irony.
"John. please-don't-get off so
quick this time. and-if you have to
get off very quick, please get of further
away from the fence" said his wife
in scared way.
Smith got on, determined to stick or
die. A few people may have an idea
what mustang Morgan can do, but
the majority of humanity will remain
in sublime ignorance till time is no
more. 1t went every possible direction
except straight ahead. and made every
possible motion except q decent one.
Smith stuck well, so did the colt The
wife, remem bering her bread in the
oven. returned, ard an hour later came
out ON the field of conflict, and saw her
husband still making w's in the air.
The barnyard was all plowod up.
"Suse, Suse," he called out between
bucks, make my will. Tell Jim to
bring my gun" The bucking was
quite furious now. "Tell the neigh
bors died game, he called out, try
ing to get his wife excited. '.It's me
or the colt, and it's nip and tuck, with
the chances in favor of the colt"
Suddenly the colt walked straight
anead in peaceable manner. Smith
came riding up to the fence, his hat off,
his face dirty as fireman's, and his
sar still bleeding.
Talk of breaking colt with kind
ness, woman. If l had Rarey here I'd
shoot the eternal daylights out of i'm.
A colt wants to be killed, killed dye
hear2" He got off and struck 1t In the
flank with his fist. Quick as lightning
the colt wheeled and kicked him
through the fenoe,
'Uhl" screamed his wife, "are you
hurt?"
''Oh, no. Susie. I'm not hurt, I'm
just killed, that's ALL" he said, in a
weak voice. '1f you amt tired, Mrs.
Smith, you might get me little cold
water. just little bit; wouldn't have
you strain yourself for anything"
When his wife returned he was stand
ing by the fence very pale and weak.
7sIf you viii return. Mrs. s.. and
bring me the gun, I'll kill something.
Blood has to be spilled now. I'll
wipe this out with gore-the reddest
kind of gore. What are ye standin'
there for, staring at me like lunatic
asylumP May be you'd like to be
kicked through a fourteen-rail fence,
or barn or suthin'? ?"
'Oh, John. dear, there's some horrid
blood on your earr' and she threw her
apron over her head.
''On my ear? My boots is full of
blood ! tell ye Pm killed. killed.
killed." he spelled. "Let me give
you pointer, Mrs. Smith," he said, as
he hobbled to the house: '.if you want
to die, die hard, die all over, You just
get kicked through fourteen-rail
fence by mustang Morgan. If you
want to be an angel, and die by still
waters, try this eternal God-forsaken
colt of mine"
Hard times: '.Ain't yer got er ole
coat ger could gin po' pusson?" said
an old negro, applying at the house of
q well-known citizen. ''Shall / take it
off and give it to you?" "No, sab,