The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-08-25

want no Slcepy.nea0S Tonight, no mat
ter what fur. Ye only waste yer breath
tellin these civilized critters any thing.
or tryin' to make 'em understand. So
go ahead. and then come back here"
Away went lobe; and, having full
filled his order, returned. Then, pull.
ing out their pipes, the three men
gathered around to hear the story
which had been so suddenly stopped
as it was being related by Bill that
afternoon.
"Yark. did ye ever see the White
Head?"
mo; / don't know what you mean"
Ibid We ever hear of himp"
mo, l never did. What is ito'
''He's the greatest critter that goes
on four legs, and this is his 'stampin'
ground for the present. may Is we'll
commence at the beginnin':
1.-The White Heads. horse-an'
such horse, that We must see him ter
take him in. Thar never was his equal
yet. He's faster than an antelope,
stronger than butler, kin fight like .
painter, an is es cunnin' es coon.
Thar never was = corral that could
keep him, nor lariat strong enough
to hold him. Well. ye say, s'pose he
is all this, what then? Jest this: To-
day, met hunter who he'd seen him
within a very short time. He said he
was sure the Indians he went with had
been follerin' on US for days, an only
wanted good chance ter run of the
stock. kinder feel he amt fur away,
an l think we'll see him tonight, as
sure ~ shootin'.
"The fust time I see the White Head
was about two years ago. This ere
is his range, or rather the range
of the band of Cheyennes he be-
longs to, and wa war camped right
over on tibet cluster of hills. The horses
and mules were all picketed by the
creek. en- he'd gone to look up an an
telope see grain of the north ard,
when down from gully came horse
trottin' along as quiet as . kitten, SO
ter speak, and maxim for the Others
He war a beautiful sorrel all over,
'cept his head, that we're pure white.
His tail and name streamed behind
him as he moved. and his round body
and taperin' legs looked made fur 90.
He war reg'lar beauty, an no mis-
take.
Every little while he stopped ter
nose the ground, and l noticed he he'd
somethin' trainin' behind him, but
couldn't make it out, war so TUX up
a watchin' the beast himself, the hull
time a.pintin' fur the stock. Finally
he got among 'em an commenced
maxim friends, PAWN and playin'
about. Every body ran out ter see him,
and one Teller tried ter ketch him with
a lasso, but tibet wouldn't work nohow.
Then, when he got the horses an mules
all prancin' about he gave loud neigh,
like trumpet, and commenced ter bite
and kick at the thing tied ter his tail,
an every kick sounded like a big bass
drum. an scared the stock so that in
five minutes they all stampeded, with
him follerin', neighin' and kickin' the
article behind him 1T every jump. He
raced EN- away in cloud Of dust, an
we never got hide nor hair on 'em
back; but see the feathers Of the
Cheyennes risin' behind the ridge,
close to en-. and knew then that the
hull affair was reg lar trick and they
had actilly trained the white-headed
horse ter help 'em es he did. What
dyer think now, pardner?
Another time we laid for him on
purpose, an hid a Mexican whar he
could use his lasso. Then by an by
long come the horse, an mixed with
the stock. The Mexican let him come
up till he had dead sure thing, and
then let 60. The lasso flew straight es
an arrow, an settled on his withers.
The minute he felt 1t he gave jump,
and then looked about to see whar il
come from. Then, when he spied the
Mexican, he went for him, ketched him
by the small of the back in his teeth
raised him clear off the ground, shooA
him, an then threw him down with
two ribs broken. He seemed ter think
minute then, fer he jest laid back hi
ears, stretched his neck. and started CT
il he war shot out of gun. The raw
hide snapped across his chest with {
twang like harp-string, the loose enc
went flying like old cotton rope in tn,
wind. an away he sailed in cloud O
dust, till the distance swallered him
But that Mexican swore he would rath
er meet the devil than the Whit,
Head"
These and other stories were poured
into the willing ears of the Migrant
whose curiosity was so much aroused
that he Game to have an all-pervadins
dread of the strange horse. Abou
three-quarters of an hour before sun
down the hunters, seeing that all wa
quiet in camp, started, upon thei
horses, to reconnoiter the plains nea
them. Finally. having travelled il
nearly all directions, they resolved
, to water horses In the Kiowa creek
close at hand, and so turne,
the animals heads thither. A heav,
cottonwood timber grew close down t
the water, and mingled its foliage will
that of the wild plum and box elder
! A little sand bar ran out into tn
stream, and upon its wet surface Bill
noticed the fresh hoof-marks of horse
They were remarkably small an;
round, seemingly possessed of char
acter of their own, that showed tina
, their owner must have stepped like
deer. Both men were so busily en-
, gagged noting the strange trai
, they never thought of looking upward
so, when one of their own horse
, threw up his head and sent forth
shrill neigh, each man looked instant
~, and there, right before their eyes
was sight that made them speeches
with wonder On the opposite bank
not sixty yards away. stood. the make
of the foots-marks far-fame