Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-11-13

almost sickening force that I was being
hunted bv the fierce, untamed Thibetan
| horse, and that to be overtaken meant death
| for me and my mare by being trampled to a
pulp on the plain.
Shooting Into the Flying Horses.
1 never thought and schemed so hard and
fast as 1 did in the next ten minutes I
gave my mare up for lost instantly; the
question was how to save myself. My plans
were formed with almost marvellous rapid
ity. About mile ahead, and as Judge, a
quarter of mile this side of the tree-bor-
dered river. stood a white beech tree with
low branches. If. 1 could reach that tree 1
was saved. 1 seized the birdie reins and by
dint of great exertion 1 swung nv frenzied
mares head toward it. But as did so the
thunderous beat of the hoofs of the fving
herd came to me for the first time. turned
and saw that they were not 200 yards dis
tant.
Almost mechanically, by the pure in
stinct of self-preservation. 1 raised nv
Parker rifle and, aiming as best could, I
fired three shots into the mass of flowing
names and streaming tails. There was wild
confusion, halt a dozen horses seemed to be
tangled up on the ground, and then the
gray stallion. followed by four others, broke
from the mass and came tearing after me.
Half mile to the tree now. Again did
the thunder of the feet of the enraged stall
lions sound with awful distinctness in my
ears AS turned to fire again 1 saw that
two horses were struggling in the distance
to rise from the ground while the rest OF the
herd were strung out in the wake of the
gray leader and his four attendants Again
did I fire, four times, aiming every time
for the gray fend which led tine pursuit;
three horses stumbled and fell and two
others went pitching on them, but the gray
was unhurt
The Death of the Leader.
The pace of the bay mare was slackening
noticeably. Fear, frenzy and exhaustion
from her mad pace were showing on her.
The birch tree was less than an eighth of an
mile away, though. Suddenly a snort of
terror burst from the little mare; she gave
wild leap forward and then as she settled
down to a fresh wild burst of speed I half
turned to my left to encounter the blazing
eyes and tossing forelock and name of the
gray stallion almost at nv elbow. It was
done in an instant SO quickly that can only
recall this part of the adventure as a sort of
nightmare action; there was a quick aim
straight for spot between those two blaz-
ing eyes, a flash, and the gray stallion
plunged forward on his knees and rolled
over as my mare dashed ahead with un-
Stacked speed.
reached the tree after seeing that the
rest of the herd had halted and were cir
cling around their PROSTATE leader. The
little mare seemed to realize this and stood
trembling with the sweat rolling from her
in a perfect rain. Reaching the lowest
branch clambered into the tree and pre-
pared for siege.
Took to Flight Under Fire.
did not wait for the enemy to begin the
attack. Through an opening in the foliage
1 took rather shaky aim, I confess, and
within two minutes two more of the wild
stations were lying beside the gray 1t
was too much for the remaining half-dozen
of the herd, and after few circlings and
.whinneys the survivors dashed off to the
west, and in halfa an hour were nothing but
moving dots the size of pinheads on the
horizon.
We rested, the sturdy little mare and my
self, for two hours and then rode back to
camp She took the bit in her teeth when
tried to ride her up beside the dead ami
mails ald not only refused to approach near
them but made detour of half a mile to
avoid them, and 1 was powerless to control
her. Those Kashmire horses were bred
from this wild stock originally, but genera
tions of domestication have filled them
with terror for their untamed kindred.
j. SELFRIDGE EATON.