The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-05-15

Napoleon, and, indeed, all good horsemen,
Fremont was partial TO his one horse, "Sac-
Tamento." But here is the paragraph about
him:
l.. Going through the wood at a hand
galOp we came upon an oak tree which had
been blown down; its summit covered quite
space, and being crowded 10y the others
so that l was brought squarely in front of
II, / let Sacramento 90 and he cleared the
whole green mass 10 beautiful leap. Look
ing back, Carson called out, Captain that
horse Will break your neck some day" 1t
never happened to Sacramento to hurt his
rider, but afterward, on the Salinas plain,
he brought out from fight and back to his
camp his rider who had been shot dead in
the saddle. In the heart Of the wood we
came suddenly upon an Indian scout.
BE was drawing his arrow TO the head as
we came upon him. and Carson attempted
TO fire, but his rife snapped, and as he
Bweryed away the Indian was about to let
his arrow 60 into him. / fred, and in my
haste 10 save Carson, failed to kill the In
dian, but Sacramento, as | have said, was
not AFRAID OF anything, and l jumped him
directly upon the Indian and threw him TO
the ground. His arrow went wild. Sagun-
dat was right behind me. and as | passed
over the Indian he threw himself from his
horse and killed him with a blow on the
head from his warelub. 1t was tile work of
q moment, but it was a narrow chance for
Carson. The poisoned arrow would have
gone through his body"
Kit Carson was also perfection In the
saddle; but his seat was not nearly so
stately. Maybe the habit of CON mand.
responsibility that bad not fallen much to
Carson when / knew him kept Fremont
trim in his stirrups and sOldier-like, while
Carson allowed himself TO loaf" in the
saddle for the first half Of his life. But he
was there as IL born there. Ii is q mistake
to think a Mexican the better herseman, as
against the average American of like train
ing and practice. The reason is the MeXi-
can has not good sense as a rule. To be
good h0rseman you have got TO have good
sense-a fine sort OF sensibility. You must
feel your horse, and your horse must feel
you and know you to be a man Of sense and
feeling You might ride a thousand years
and yet never learn how TO ride if you do not
feel your horse-take in his atmosphere.
When the future conquer0r of the world
stepped up and laid hands on that horse
which no man Ia all Greece dared mount,
the horse felt him, knew his master in a
moment and was proud and happy 70 bear
him.
A weak. fretful man makes fretful and
angry horse. in campaigns and expeditions
we could always see the first day or two out
who would fight well and who would prob
ably soon lose his hat aud have to stop be-
hind TO get il. The good fighter was always
good to his horse.
Il was never my fortune to be in battle
with Kit Carson, or even to campaign with
him; but was in an expedition v ltl him
once for several days, or rather our lines OF
travel lay together, and ! soon noticed that
he took every possible care OF his horse.
lie would dismount at every steep or stony
place. pat his horse or the fat, full neck.
say something kindly and get responsive
rub Of the nose in return. They were good
friends. quiet, true comrades, who could
depend un one another to the last bit IT
strength in any extremity. On trips Ike
this. or any trip where you have to skirmish