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

al tnlllh We Ill see MIN tO-nlgnt, as
sure as shootin'.
''The fust time 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 we 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 off the north ard,
when down from gully came horse
trottin' along as quiet as a kitten, SO
ter speak, and maxim for the others
He war beautiful sorrel all over,
'cept his head, that were 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 a reg'lar beauty, an no mis-
take.
Every little while he stopped ter
nose the ground, and / noticed he he'd
somethin' trainin' behind him, but
couldn't make it out, / war so TUX up
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' work nohow.
Then, when he got the horses an mules
all prancin' about he gave loud neigh,
like a trumpet, and commenced ter bite
and kick at the thing tied ter his tail,
an every kick sounded like 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 at every jump. He
raced 'em 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 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 a dead sure thing, and
then let go. The lasso flew straight es
an arrow, an settled on his withers.
The minute he felt it he gave Jump,
and then looked about to see whar it
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, shook
him, an then threw him down with
two ribs broken. He seemed ter think
minute then, fer he jest laid back his
ears, stretched his neck, and started es
If he war shot out of gun. The raw
hide snapped across his chest with a
twang like harp-string, the loose end
went flying like old cotton rope in the
wind, an away he sailed in cloud of
dust, till the distance swallered him.
But that Mexican swore he would rath-
er meet the devil than the White
Head"
These and other stories were poured
into the willing ears of the emigrant,
whose curiosity was so much aroused
that he came to have an all-pervading
dread OF the strange horse. About
three-quarters of an hour before sun
down the hunters, seeing that all was
quiet in camp, started, upon their
horses, to reconnoiter the plains near
them. Finally, having travelled in
nearly all directions, they resolved
to water horses in the Kiowa creek,
close at hand, and so turned
the animals heads thither. A heavy
cottonwood timber grew close down to
the water, and mingled it's foliage with
that Of the wild plum and box elder.
A little sand bar ran out into the
stream, and upon it's wet surface Bill
noticed the fresh hoof-m arks of horse.
They were remarkably small and
round, seemingly possessed of char
acter of their own, that showed that
their owner must have stepped like
deer. Both men were so busily en-
gagged noting the strange trail
they never thought of looking upward;
so, when one of their own horses
threw up his head and sent forth
Shrill neigh, each man looked instant
ly, and there, right before their eyes,
was sight that made them speeches.
with wonder. On the opposite bank,
not sixty yards away, stood the maker
of the foots-marks the far-famed
White Head!
The sunlight came playing through
the trees and burned on the sorrel coat
like molten gold. The graceful body,
round and smooth, expanded where the
vast launches and sloping shoulders
set into it in welded masses of binding
muscle that stretched to the deer-like
limbs, with their clean knees and
hooks, each leg strung like harp,
with cords of steel to the ivory bone.
His flowing name and tail seemed
alive with motion, as if impatient to
be waving backward in the strong
wind Of his racing gallon. Though he
stood like bronze statue, with only
the trumpet nostrils working to catch
the air, the small head, white even to
the eyes, turned over his shoulder to
survey the intruders who had disturbed
his watering-place. Thus he stood,
grand in his beauty-a peerless horse.
Awhile they gazed, and then the
hunters hand stole slowly to his waist
The deadly revolver came forth, rose
to the level, and, motionless, covered
the throbbing heart. One touch and
his life would be gone Yet no report
broke upon the air. There stood the
horse, keenly alive to his danger-nay,
even challenging it; for the ears laid
themselves slowly back, the eyes began
to shine. Slowly as it had risen, the
weapon dropped, while its owners
voice broke the silence.
No use. lobe; / can't kill him.
At the white mans voice the White
Head moved away, without taking his
eyes from the men. He never looked
to his steps, yet they found their way
unerringly among the stones and drift
of the creek bottom, till the frontage of
the cottonwood shut him from their
view. A single wild neigh came back
from him, and in answer something so
like a "whoop" that the two hunters
gave up all thought of pursuit, as they
moved off from the influence of the
strange spell that had been cast around
them. Back in camp. the stock were
more carefully watched than before;
but the night wore away, and not an
incident occurred to disturb the travel