Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1888-10-02
RIDING A WILD BRONCO.
Putting on the Saddle and Bridle-Capers
of an Angry Brute.

of an Angry Brute.
See him jump; hear him snort and bawl.
even the thick post TO which | have fastened
the rope trembles He will change his tao
tics soon. See! He wavers, staggers; ah!
there he falls, choked down Now, quick,
Bill; hand me the bride and blind. There,
loosen the rope; let him get some air; now
he's all right; let him up. He rises with one
or two sonorous snorts and stands stock sill;
he will give me no trouble as long as he is
blinded. VIII one of you fellows hand me
my saddlel Gently Ho, boyi Look out,
Charley, he'll kick your head off. Is he not
beauty, as he stands trembling in every
limb, ready to strike down the first one Of
his hidden tormentors7
gently hand the rope and reins to one Of
the fellows to hold while fix the blankets.
See him finch and tremble as they touch his
back, but, true to his nature, he will not
move as long as he cannot see. ! now take
the saddle and quickly but gently place it on
his back. This is almost too much for him.
He gives one little jump but | hold it in
place and, as he becomes quiet, ! then fish
for the ''cincha" tgirth) Slowly but surely
it comes closer and closer to his body until
it is secure at last
As it touches him he crouches little closer
to the ground, but will not move. He is sui
len now, but wait until the blind is raised,
then look out, for l tell you, stranger, ii
will make your hair stand. Then taking
a secure hold on the rope | throw up ths
blind. Look out, boys, and let him go, for
he is surely wild See him jump. He can't
get up high enough; snorting and pitching
striking and kicking, he goes around the cor.
raj "Git thar, roaniel show these pilgrims
how the things done"
Roanie stops his wild capers for minute
and stands trembling, covered with foam
and sweat, by the corral bars. walk slowly
up to him, talking as go, and when ! gel
near enough pull down the blinds and ge
ready to mount. My 'quirt" whip is il
my hand and my spurs are on my heels.
l grit my teeth, pull down my hat and il
; twinkling l am on his back. Talk abou
pitching before; why it was nothing
Look at him now 'Quirt him. kid!' 'Gaf
him in the neckI" "Stay with himT" "Wher
do you liver and similar CALCULATIONS gree
me as go on my mad career around the cor
raj, but pay no attention to anything bu
the horse, and he requires it all
| ldkt uONA tut dilu itl ulii JUL
9 gasp as pass Bill, who is seated on top Q
, them. Down they come, and in a minute b
l has changed his tactics
Through the gate the bronco goes like a
: arrow and across the prairie on dead ru1
a | ''flanking" him at every jump for l al
: sure of riding him now. After keeping thi
y up for about mile he cools down and a
lows me to turn him toward the ranch. "
> get there in short order, for l want to til
. him pretty well before l am done with hiI
: for the night.
Well, Roanie, here we are at the CORA
!, J, You can rest until tomorrow, but the san
4 performance must be gone through thel
y He viii be pretty weak by that time, for |
y will get no hay tonight and he is too angr
. TO drink Well, l rode the "bronc,n but
IL was close shave, for he was a tough on
{ sure enough. 1t was my first experienc
ie and l was pretty proud Of it, can tell you
> "P. c." in Philadelphia Times.