The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1890-04-21
ONE WAY TO TRAIN A BRONCO.
A Western Lad Who Does Not Believe in
the throwing Principle.

ONE WAY TO TRAIN A BRONCO.
A Western Lad Who Does Not Believe in
the Throwing Principle.
1t has been and is still believed by
some that to break bronco he must
be roped, thrown, beaten, conquered
before he can be utilized. l 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 reversal of situ-
atoms and allow the bronco to train
him, for out of the brains of broncos
we may learn wisdom, as well as out
of the mouths of babes and sucklings.
had friend once, as brave man
as ever graced a saddle, leveled a
Winchester or loved a 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 it was the mature of the BRUTE"
| knew he could not be wantonly un-
kind to anything. It never occurred
to me that it 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 a
friends ranch. One morning, as I
was about building the fire for coffee,
the ranchman's son, a lad of Is, came
up the road with bride on his arm.
He stopped near us and began to whis-
tie, as one would for dog. After he
bol ryI,;c{IoJ n four <.rooc T hoov1 n
whinny, and in a few moments the
rapid beat of a horses hoofs broke
upon the sweet peacefulness of the
summer morning. Looking in the di-
rection of the sound, l presently saw
a pony coming down the old road on
a keen run. A dappled gray pony,
with ears erect and name flying; his
neck was outstretched and his eyes
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
a few rods of the lad the reckless
gallop resolved itself into 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 good TWEEN
ty years since that bright morning,
and yet the memory of it is as fresh
as if l saw it now; can taste again
the very sweetness of the balsam
laden air, can see the tender blue mist
that fingered about the distant hills,
and see the pony's head resting
against the boys shoulder; and il
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,
Harry9"
''Out of IS band"
'You don't mean to say he's bron-
co-be's too kind and handsome2"
''That's What he is"
''How long have you owned him9"
"About three months"
''But how did you break him7
supposed that they had to be roped
and beaten and"-
''Now, don't you believe word of
1t. haven't even spoken cross to
him; have l, Dick2"
The pony corroborated 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 looked down into his honest,
laughing gray eyes.
Patience and its attendant genius,
kindness, without any exhibition of
mans dominion, a simple endeavor
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 t., each other dignified the situa-
ton; the understanding between them
was quite perfect and beautiful in its
eloquence.-Forest and Stream.