Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1889-12-30
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Kindly Treated Broncho.

\ some that to break a broncho he must
/ be roped, thrown, beaten, conquered
/ before he can be utilized, writes a
contributor to Forest and Stream. |
/ believed SO once, but the method has
/ ALWAYS struck me as a dead failure.
/ Were the breaker of as fine intellect
as the bronchO, in many instances he
might gracefully submit to a reversal
/ Of situations and allow the broncho
/ to train him, for out of the brains of
bronchos we may learn wisdom, as
well as out of the mouths of babes
/ and sucklings.
| had a friend once, as brave q
man as ever graced a saddle, leveled
a Winchester or loved a child, and
he owned a broncho. If he would
saddle the animal once or three times
day the pony must be roped, thrown
and blinded on each occasion. My
friend said it was ''the nature of the
brute / knew he could not be wan
tonly unIlind to anything. 1t never
occurred to me that it might be edu-
cation, and that nature had nothing
to do with it.
Several years later the madam and
l were camped near an old log in the
mountains in the vicinity of friends
ranch. One morning, as | was about
building the fire for coffee, the ranch
mans son, lad of IS, came up the
road with bride on his arm. He
stopped near us and began to whistle,
as one would for a dog. After he
had whistled few times | heard
whinny, and in a few moments the
rapid beat of horses hoofs broke
upon the sweet peacefulness of the
summer morning. Looking in the
direction of the sound. l presently
saw a pony coming down the old
road on keen run. A dappled gray
pony, with ears erect and name fly
ing; his neck was outstretched and
his eyes seemed to flash with exquisite
pleasure; he came leaping on as if
moved by thoughts of love, absolute
ly free, beautiful in form, graceful in
his liberty and in every movement.
Within a few rods of the lad the reck
less gallop resolved itself into swing
ing trot until he reached his friend,
when he came to a halt and rubbed
his nose against the boys shoulder.
The loud whinny was softened and
the arched neck pressed against the
lad for the expected caress. 1t is
good twenty years since that bright
morning and yet the memory of 1t is
as fresh as if | saw it now; | can
taste again the very sweetness of the
balsam-laden air, can see the tender
blue mist that fingered about the dis
tant hills and see the pony's head rest
ing against the boys shoulder; and it
seemed to me then as it does now,
that if there had been hands instead
of hoofs he would have Rugged the
boy and would have kissed him on
the lips, instead of on the hand, had
he known how.
"Where did you get that horse,
Harry"
sOut of Hills drove"
"You don't mean to say he's a
broncho-he's too kind and hand
some?"
''That's what he is"
GLOW long have you owned him? ?"
ssAbout three months.
"'But how did you break him? l
supposed that they had to be roped
and beaten and"
"Now don't you believe word of
it. l haven't even spoken cross to
him, have /, Dick?"
The pony corfoborated the state
ment beyond cavil. The madam
went out and shook hands with the
boy and Rugged the horse. and |
should not have blamed her had she
Rugged the boy, as l looked down in
to his honest, laughing gray eyes.
kindness, without any exhibition of
mans "dominion,' simple endeav-
or to bring himself up to the horses
standard of intellect, and the result
was two loving friends. That they
could not talk Greek, Latin or Eng
lish to each other dignified the situa-
ton. The understanding between
them was quite perfect and beautiful
in its comprehension Francisco Cal.
"Well, my son." asked Jimmy
Tuffboy's mother, "are you satisfied
with your Christmas?''
''Yes, ma'am,' replied Jimmy,
''only the skates amt nickel plated,
and dad said he'd buy me a double
ripper, an l didn't see it."
"But l am sure you have been hap
ply all day, James"
81 wasn't going to let the fellers
know how bad | felt
"I have thee on the hip cried rheumatism,
Selling his victim and tossing him suffering
bed. ''Not so,'' he cried, "not sol Wait my
cient foe. just five minutes, until the boy brings Il
bottle of Salvation Oil, then Wen who wins
the day.
Patti it is said, guards herself carefully against
cold. She evidently does not believe in free con-
certs, but she does believe in the free use of Dr.
Bulls Cough Syrup as it cured her several
times.
ALL SORTS.
'This hustle is thing of the past" says a fash
ion exchange. 1t always little behind.