The Clifton clarion., 1889-08-28
ONE WAY TO TRAIN A BRONCO.
Western Lad Who Does Not Believe In
 the Throwing Principle.

A Western Lad Who Does Not Believe In
 the Throwing Principle.
 It has been and is still believed by some that to break a bronco he must be roped, thrown, beaten, conquered before he can be utilized. 1 believed so once. but the method has always struck me as dead failure Were the breaker of as fine intellect as the bronco, in many instances he might gracefully submit to a reversal of situ- ations and allow the bronco to train him, for out of the brains of broncoa we may learn wisdom, as well as out of the mouths of babes and stockings.
 had friend once, as brave man as ever graced a saddle, leveled a Winchester or loved child, and he owned bronco. 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 1t was the mature of the brute. !" l knew he could not be wantonly un- kind to anything. It never occurred to me that 1t might be education, and that nature had nothing to do with it.
 Several years later the madam and l were camped near an old log road in the mountains in the vicinity of Q friends ranch. One morning, as ] was about building the fire for coffee, the ranchman's $ son, a lad of IS. caDa up the road with a bridle on his arm He stopped near us and began to whis- tie, as one would for a dog. After ho had whistled a few times 1 heard a whinny, and in a few moments the rapid beat of horses hoofs broke upon the sweet peacefulness of tho summer morning. Looking in the di. rection of the sound, l presently saw pony coming down the old road on keen run. A dappled gray pony, with ears erect and mane flying; his neck was outstretched and his eyea seemed to flash with exquisite pleas. ure; he came leaping on as if moved by thoughts of love, absolutely free, beautiful in form, graceful in his lib. erty and in every movement. Within 6 few rods of the lad the reckless galop resolved itself into a swinging trot until he reached his friend, when he came to 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. It is a good twen. ty years since that bright morning, and yet the memory of it is as fresh as if saw 1t now; l can taste again the very sweetness of the balsam laden air, can see the tender blue mis. fhof lirrea,a1 oha Inc lIcfn,,f ,ylle, and see the ponys head resting against the boys shoulder; and i; seemed to me then as 1t does now, that if there had been hands instead oi hoofs, he would have hugged 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"
 Out of -'s band"
 You don't mean to say he's bron, co-he's too kind and handsome2"
 That's what he is
 'How long have you owned hima"
 About three months"
 But how did you break him2 ] supposed that they had to be roped and beaten and"-
 ''Now, don't you believe word of it. haven't even spoken cross to him; have 1, Dick2"
 The pony corroborated the state ment beyond cavil. The madam went out and shook hands with the boy and hugged the horse, and 1 should not have blamed her had she hugged the boy, as 1 looked down into his honest, laughing gray eyes.
 Patience and its attendant genius, kindness, without any exhibition of mans dominion, simple endeavof to bring himself up to the horse's standard of intellect, and the result was two loving friends That they could not talk Creek, Latin or Eng fish to each other dignified the situa- tion; the understanding between them was quite perfect and beautiful ill its =. n ~.