Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-10-02
RIDING A BRONCO.
Rou Can't Al tags Tell What May Happen
on such An Occasion.


Fou Cant Al tags Tell What May Happier
! on such An Occasion.
81 can ride him
| OF course he could. He had take1
a thorough course at a riding academ,
in the Eastern metropolis he hailed
from; no Montana broncho could get
away with him. The boys around
the corral winked at each other and
did their best to get the tenderfoo,
on that buckskin bronco's back. @The
majority of them had dealt with such
men before and they knew there was
more fun to be extracted from a smart
Alcck and bronco than from any
other combination under the sun.
"You'rc a rider" said Joe Collins
enthusiastically. 81 can see it stickin
right out of you.''
81 flatter myself I can ride little. "
said the tcnderfoot with a gratificd
smile. SIT YOU can get a saddle and
Birdie on that bronco, Til show you d
few tricks at horse-breaking."
The bronco was scarcely larger than
good-sized colt and he stood by the
corral with head down and his little
body hunched up as though he antci-
pated some attempt at riding him.
He looked Very meek-that buck
skin bronco--but his meekness was
gone in moment when he saw Joe
Collins Juggling toward him a big
''greaser' saddle with a double cinch
and a horSc-hair bride.
1t took four men to saddle and
pridIe that little piece of lightning.
but at last il was done and Joe Col
Inns told the tenderfoOt the bronco
was ready.
"Obs"rvc. gentlemen" said Smith
Oil call him Smith, but that WASH t
his namc). ''that science wins the day
against brute force every time"
Then he went up to the bronco just
ike he was leading off some new
figure i'm a German. Before you could
say "Jack Robinson" Mr.. Bronco
wheeled around and shot out with
mis- hind feet in such way as to give
smith Il love-pat that floored him
"Science" got black eye that time
and it took Smith ten minutes to re-
cover.
SCOT enough?" asked Joe Collins.
Ono. sir" said Smith, rather feebly
though; she took me unawares, but
I'll look out for that kind of move
ment this time.
''That's the kind of bird bronco
is said Collins: sscan't tell what
they're going to do. They're just like
Indians-deceitful."
Smith went at it a little differently
next time and succeeded in getting
Into the saddle, but the horse wouldn't
bulge. That'sa regular bronco trick
They'll stand stock still some times,
like a piece of stone, and then of a
sudden away they'll go like flash.
Then Smith said: ''You see, gentle
men, the horse is paralyzed into
obedience. He knows. by instinct,
that his master is in the saddle, and
ae is endeavoring to recover his horse
sense: We will help him recover it.
Mr.. Collins may l trouble you to get
a pitchfork and tickle him in the
f1ank?"
"Anythin', anythin', Mr.. Smith, I"
said Joe, and he got a pitchfork with
a very long handle and proceeded to
"touch up the bronco.
Well, he moved and [ can get an
affidavit from every one present that
he moved so quick he splintered out
into a whole herd of broncoes and the
heavens were full of Smith. Smith
fell at least fifteen feet from where
the horse threw him and Mr.. Bronco
disappeared in the horizon at the
cardinal point that lay nearest his
old Montana home.
Smith was unconscious when we
picked him up and he remained so for
several days-out of his head all the
time. He had an idea that he had
been riding cyclone, that an earth
quake had shaken him off and that
he had fallen two or three miles
and struck earth on the Rock OF
Gibraltar.
He got his senses back in time, but
l have always thought the description
Of riding a wild bronco, which he
gave when a trifle s'flighty," was
about as near the mark as words
could put it. No one can realize
what feeling it is until he goes
through the experience himself
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