Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-08-13
THE COWBOY ARTIST.
Little Transaction in Which BronehO Had
the Best Of II.

Little Transaction IN Which BronehO Had
the Best of It.
Mr.. Frederic Remington, the 'teowboy
artist, - whose graphic pictures of West
ern life appear frequently in the Century
and KaPper's, is spending the summer at
Canton, n. Y. Mr.. Remington former
ly lived in this city and his many friends
here will be interested in the description
of a very amusing performance which
occurred in that village last week, in
which the artist and a mild eyed broncho
we're the principle actors. The st. Law
renee Plaindealer thus reports the affair:
1t Is related in lEsop that man and a
lion once argued together as to which be-
l0nged TO the nobler race. The former
called the attention of the lion to mon
ument on which was soulptured man
striding over vanquished lion. ''That
proves nothing at all, said the lion;
elf lion had been the carver he would
have made the lion striding over the
man -
An artist who excels all others in his
pictures of the horse, and particularly
the horse of the Western plains, is spend
ing his vacation in Canton, his early
home. He has sought to divide his time
judiciouslY between painting and lawn
tennis, reserving a suitable amount
in which to do nothing. 1t so
happens that a mild eyed broncho,
fresh from the distant West, has re-
Gently been added to the American house
livery. Seeking to always be true to
nature in his art the artist has impressed
the broncho into service as a model;
hoS
will, to assume all pastures, and to go
through all PAGES which his frontier
experience has taught him. At his
last visit to the studio few days since he
was rewarded with a view of the canvas
on which he saw himself rearing and
plunging in violent attempt to throw his
rider, who sat erect, seemingly uneon-
scious that he was not going at his smooth
est pace. Fanoying the rider to be none
other than the artist, he secretly
resolved that if the time ever came
he would show the friends Of
the artist a picture painted from his and
not the artist IS point of view. Broneho' $
opportunity soon came. Tuesday after
noon last the pony was saddled up for
lesson in his trade of common carrier of
men, when the artist happened
along. He was clad in bran
new white flannel tennis suit.
eff only the artist would take ride -
thought the broncho. OF course he will.
Stirrups are heightened, girths tight
ened, curb bit inserted and the artist
leaps deftly to the saddle and is ready
for the onward rush. But there is no
rush The broncho stands immovable.
A cast of his eye tells him that the crowd,
which is rapidly gathering, will soon
do in ThO 81 and
then, and not till then will ne go. Finally
his spectators are numerous enough to
satisfy him. Like an arrow from the
bow he shoots foom the American House
corner aud is off up Park street toward
the depot! Where has he started for? is
the question in everybody's mind; and
visions of the Little river bridge,
the school house at Smith s
Corners, and the hotel at Russell,
pass swiftly before the artist. But the
broncho has no such idea. The momen-
tum he has impaired to the 2l5 pounds
of white flannel clad rider is for no such
purpose. He sees the lane leading to the
Presbyterian church and the beautiful
grass in the ditch at the left of the street.
Without change in speed he changes his
direction so quickly that the artist,
wholly unprepared for the move, cllngs
to the broncho long enough to save him
self from the pavement, only to be de-
posted at full length upon the grass in
the ditch. At length, gathering his
shattered ideas, the artist rises,
but alas, from shoulder TO ankle,
his bran new suit is green.
The broncho surveyed the grass in the
ditch bottom with the eye of painter
who has just completed his first full
length portrait and is pleased with the
effect, turned to the artist with a twinkle |
in his eye and walked quietly back to his |
stable.