Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-10

After hobnobbing with cracked tum-
blers OF the Mission Dolores wine, Ger
rian and l mounted our mustangs and
rode toward the corral.
As we rode on, our ponies half hidden
in the dry, rustling grass of hollow, a
tramp of hoofs came TO us with the wind
"a thrilling sound. with something free
and vigorous in it that the charge of
trained squadron never has.
Thar they come" cried Gerrian,
''thar's q regiment with seeing. They
cant show you sight like that 10 the
old States"
mo, indeed. The best thing to be
hoped there in the way of stampede is
when horse kicks through a dash
board, kills a coachman, skaters car
riage, dissipates a load OF women and
children, and goes tearing down turn
pike, with sold TO an omnibus awaiting
him at the end Of his runaway"
We halted TO pass the coming army Of
riderless steeds in review.
There they came. Germans whole band
OF horses in full career, First, their
heads suddenly lifted above crest Of
the prairie; then they burst over, like
the foam and spray Of black, stormy
wave when o blast strikes it, and wildly
swept by US with names and tails far
ing in the wind. 1t was magnificent.
Ny heart OF horseman leaped In my
breast. "Hurrahw l cried.
'Hurrah. t Isl" said Gerrian.
The herd dashed by in huddle, max
ing for the corral.
Just behind, aloof from the rush and
scamper Of his less noble brethren,
came the black, my purchase, my old
friend.
"Ef you ever ride or back that cur
wolyow." said Gerrian, "I'll eat six
shooter, loaded and capped"
You'd better begin then at once"
rejoined l, "whetting your teeth on
Derriugers. l mean to ride him, and
you shall be by when l do it,"
1t was grand to see horse that IN
derStOod and respected himself so per-
fectly. One, too, that meant the
world should know that he was the
very chiefest chief Of his race, proud
with the blood OF a thousand kings.
How mastery he looked. How untama-
bly, he stepped! The herd was gallop-
ing furiously. He disdained to break
into a gallop. He trotted after, hun
dred feet behind the hindmost, with
large and liberal action. And even at
this half speed easily overtaking his
slower comrades, he from time to time
paused, bounded in the air, tossed his
head, flung out his legs and then strobe
on again, writhing all over with sup
pressed power.
There was not white spot upon him,
except where a fake of foam from his
indignant uostril had caught upon his
flank. A thoroughbred horse, with the
perfect tail and silky name Of noble
race. His coat gliStened, as il the best
groom in England had just given him
the final touches Of his toilet for can
ter in Rotten Row. But it seems sin
to compare such a free rover Of the
prairie with any less favored brother,
who needs groom and has felt curry
comb.
Hard after the riderless horses came
Jose, the vaquero, on fast mustang.
As he rode he whirled his laSso with
easy turn Of the wrist.
The black, trotting still and hating
still to curvet and carscole, turned
back his head CONTEMPORARY at his
pursuer.
Jesse took the hint. He dug cruel
spurs into his horse. The mustang
leaped forward. The black gave a
tearing bound and quickened his pace,
but still waited the will OF his pursuer.
They were Just upon US, chased and
chaser, laundering down the slope,
when the vaquero, checking his wrist
at the turn, flung his lasso straight as
an arrow for the blacks head.
1 could hear the hide rope sing
through the summer air, for q moment
breeIeless.
Will he be tskenl Will horse or man
be victorl
The loop Of the lasso opened like .