The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-08-13

the prairie in headlOng gallop. a
few men pursued them. These were
they. who, having been saddled and
ready before the first rush, had control
of their animals, and now swept off
after the stampede, in hopes of being
able to check it.
The Indians were about three hum
dred yards ahead, straining every
nerve to distance their pursIers, the
stampeded stock in advance, racing,
they knew not whittier, and at their
heels the White Head, more like devil
than horse, kicking the well-known
rafting hide behind him, which re-
sounded like the War-drum of some
savage tribe. Dashing from right to
left, as the terrified animals swerved
from the track he would whirl on his
launches, rush with terrific springs at
some animal separated from the rest
and drive it back to the herd. The
pursuing hunters had gained since the
start. and could see each movement of
the wild animal. He had the entire
drove under control, and was driving
them with unerring instinct to par
ticular part of the broken plain, from
whence he expected help from his red
masters. Such was the plan, no
doubt, and the relay of savages had
been already at their post; but the APP
proach of scouting party of whites
forced them to abandon it.
So it happened that the white men
occupied the Indians ground and were
waiting there. The leading Indian
raised loud yell, and, abandoning the
drove, turned and fled in the direction
of his retreating brethren. Not so the
horse. True to his trust, he tried to
turn the drove upon the new trail.
Racing like an arrow close to their
TANKS, striking and biting as he came,
he wheeled, and then drove them for
ward like frightened sheep, with his
screaming neigh ringing in their ears.
Lashing out like fury at the trailing
rawhfde, he reared and plunged among
them, till the whole herd, with one ac-
cord, turned and fed in the new direc-
ton after the retreating Indians, while
both parties of whites joined in the
pursuit, though the White Head, even
with this awful odds, seemed more than
a match for them all.
But one way remained to check their
flight; that was to disable the fiend
which drove them. But howp Clearly
not with a lasso all shrunk from
using that The rifle was left. The
hunter Bill spurred ahead to cut off the
drove where they had to turn along side
a rock wall that rose from the plain.
The wild horse seemed to feel the dan
ger, for he redoubled his efforts, and
flew from point to point like lightning.
But the hunter gained the desired
place, where the White Head would
have to pass him, and, dismounting,
waited with cooked rifle the moment to
fire.
On came the herd, with the wild
horse close behind them. He seemed
to take in the danger at a glance; for,
as if disdaining to be tamely shot at,
or trying to escape, he turned to fight,
lowering the white head, and extend
ing his 1.-THE body in a headlong gal
Top; with wild scream he rushed
straight at the hunter. The man had
intended creasing only, but the fearful
danger left no alternative but to kill
him. His rifle must not fail him now,
or he is lost. Slowly it rose, steadied
a moment, and with flash the bullet
sang true to its aim. Straight on he
rushed, and then, as the hunter felt
the very ground tremble under him,
reared upward, paved the air, and
shaking his beautiful head, sent his
death-neigh ringing among the rocks
of the canyon.
He did not writhe upon the ground
in agony-no! he died in the air before
he fell, free and courageous to the last!
The stock were easily retaken then; but
those hunters, as they looked at that
grand creation, a moment before so
full of life and grace, could not repress
a sigh that the life had passed away
from White Head, the wild horse of the
plains. -EdUGrd Kenaeys, IN outing.