Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1892-07-29
ONLY A MAD STALLION.
CUT He HAD BLOOD IN HIS eye AND
MADE THINGS WARM.

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lers with vicious horses, but only once was
Iso unfortunate as to fall In with one DOS
sessed by homicidal mania. My escape
was so narrow, and the experience left so
deep an impression upon my mind, that l
have felt ever since an instructive distrust
for this most noble of domestic animals.
One autumn, when was about IS, was
taking tramp through the eastern town.
ships Of Quebec, preparatory to resuming
work at college. reached the little village
Of Maybury one day at noon and dropped
into the village inn for luncheon. The
village was in a state Of excitement over
tragedy which had taken place that very
morning, and which was speedily detailed
to ME by every one with whom came in
contact. A boy living on farm near the
village had been killed in the most horri-
BILE manner by a fine stallion that had gone
suddenly mad. A fierce anger stirred in
my veins as listened to the story. and
asked the inn keeper, who was my inform.
ant, what they had done to the brute.
! "Well," answered Boniface. "this after
noon there's crowd goin' out to ketch
him an tie him up. II he's too bad fur
that-an' II know anything about horses
he's just gone mad, stark mad-why,
they'll have to shoot him of hand to save
their own necks." !"
Il wonder ii I'll run any risk OF meeting
hims" queried rather anxiously. had
no weapon but my heavy walking stick,
and had almost sentimental regard for
the integrity of my neck.
(which way be you bound" inquired
Boniface.
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"Oh," said he, you're all right then.
The horses are feedin' out yonder to the
no'theast, and Blissville lays SOUTH"
AN UNPLEASANT MEETING.
It was with few misgiyings that now
resumed my journey.
Twas soon beyond the cultivated fields,
past the last of the fences. had climbed
one Of those rocky terraces and made 200
yards across the breezy down when be-
hind low knoll caught sight OF group
Of horses quietly pasturing, and remem-
bered with aqualm the mornings tragedy.
Could this, asked myself, be the herd
containing that mad stallionl
| halted and was about to retrace my
steps unobtrusively, in the hope that had
escaped their notice. But it was too late.
Two or three of the animals raised their
heads and looked at me- One in the group
sn0rted with peculiar half whinny, at the
sound Of which my heart sunk.
Then caught sight Of one in the center,
which seemed to be jumping up in the air
off all four feet at once. The next minute
this creature, a great black animal, ap-
peared outside the group, plunging and
biting ut his flank. Then, with short,
dreadful sound, he darted toward me, open
mouthed.
Up to this point had stood my ground,
cycling the brute resolutely, with an ap-
pearance of fearlessness that was very
far from feeling. But now saw that my
only hope, and that desperate one, lay In
fight. was accounted at college first
| rate sprinter, and now ran my best The
200 yards that lay between me and the ter
race had just left must have been COW
cred in not much more than twenty sec
onds. But as | reached the brow of the
slope the mad brute was close on my heels.
had no time to check myself, and even
less notion to do SO. In fact fell. and
rolled headlong down, dropping, bruised
and bewildered, into crevice between two
bowlders. The next instant saw the
black mass of my pursuer dashing over me
In splendid heap. Before he could turn
and seize me had rolled further into the
crevice, and found that one Of the rocks
loverhung SO as to form a little narrow
cave, into which could squeeze myself 80
far as to be quite beyond the animals
reach.
Never before or since have discovered
30 unexpected and proyidential refuge
The raving stallion came bounding and
leaping up to the very door Of my burrow,
but felt safe He would roll back his
lips. lay his ears fiat to his head, spring
straight into the air and shrek through
his wide red nostrils his fury and his chal
lenge. The latter did not think it fncum-
bent upon me to accept. waived it In dis
dainful silence.
For time the brute kept up his bound
ings and those strange, proud jerkings Of
his head, but at last he actually tried to
stretch his neck into my burrow and reach
me with his frightful naked teeth.
It must have been for nearly an hour
that watched the mad creatures antics
from my den.
was beginning to cast about somewhat
anxiously for way Of escape from this
imprisonment when I saw the pasturing
herd suddenly toss up their heads and then
go scurrying away across the down. My
adversary saw this, too, and turned his at
tention away from me. peered forth
cautiously, and to my profound relief OBJ
served party OF men, several carrying
ropes and halters and others armed with
rifles. approaching the terrace foot. One
man walked little ahead of the others
and held out peck measure In which be
shook something, which presume to have
been oats.
THE RESCUE PARTY.
The stallion eyed them somberly for an
instant, and then his name rose like crest
and his head went back with shriIl cry.
In the selfsame way as he had greeted my
appearance he bounced into the air twice
or thrice, and then he dashed upon the
party.
The man with the oats fell back with
wonderful alacrity, and the fellows that
carried halters seemed bent upon effacin&
themselves in the humblest manner posi-
BILE One tall. gray shirted woodsman
stepped to the front, raised his rife and
drew bead upon the approaching fury,
while two or three others held their shots
Ia reserve. There was moment of breath
less suspense Then the fine, thin note Of
the woodman's rife rung out, and the stall.
ion sprung aside with shrek. and stun
bled forward upon his knees.
Almost instantly. however, he recovered
himself and rushed upon his opponents