The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-09

1 us? Worth one millionH
That's what
There's story with that horse, =
4 remarked another from Casa Grandc,
while gentleman from Red Rock sug.
K gcstcd that the horse was worth more
than the "hull territory.
There Is a story conn cted 18th that
y horse. and SO long as Bench lives that
horse shn'n't do any harder work than
eat alfalfa
"A story What is ii? Go ahead,
] exclaimed all In breath.
'.WelI, sir, began Nj Carpenter,
settling himself, s.it was way back
during the Indian troubles that my
story refers. The rascally reds were
besieging Fort Mojaye and il was sure
death TO everyone III the fort unless
succor was obtained I3ut how to get
news to the outer world Of this dread.
full situation2 The blessed Indians
| were here, there and everywhere,
picking off men. women and children.
An Iadian don't care who he shoots,
/ bless you.
"Well. Sir, there was d buckslin
horse in camp which, II he once got
start Of yard or so Of any Indian ami
NAL, he would never be caught Its
owner had often spoken Of this animal,
and Bill Hardy, MS brave a man us ever
1 lived, said II the horse would be lent to
him he would try and make Prescott
'0f course ii was dangerous work
/ and there were ten chances to one he
| would never get eut Of sight Of the
| fort, and the bravest man there shud-
1 dered 70 think what would be Hardy's
fate when captured. The Indians
1 mutilate their prisoners most hideous-
! ~ and their tortures are exquisite be.
fore they finish them up ] tell you,
/ gentlemen. there was greater pluck
4 shown by Hardy in volunteering to 90
+ than in leading forlorn hope where
death Is speedily met by bullet or
i saber
1.-THE bucltsltin was saddlcd and Har-
dy made dash for the open country
4 The horse knew as well as its rider
what was required OF him. He passed
the line of Indians before they were
4 well awake. Then when they did get
Il up,they gave chase The desert was a
swarming mass Of red devils, all
screaming and urging their horses after
Hardy Eut the bucxslin had the lead.
! Hardy was good rider. He rode as in
a race, and not till Prescott was
4, reached, one hundred and fifty miles
away did he draw rein, Do you sup
pose the Indians stopped--not a bit Of
IT. They kept right on after him, the
bullets tearing up the mud right along.
Il side No wonder Beach says that no
man shall ever again ride that buck.
skin
You bet, Beach is right not to let
n any man ride that horse, but / have a
n horse which went one hundred milesin
forty-eight hours dragging heavy
wagon with whole outfit and two
heavy men weighing about two hun.
drcd POUNDS piece said a.gentlenan
from Casa Grande.
The Red Rock man leaned over to me
and whispered in my car: That's the
doggondest liar in the territory, !" and
!. cheerfully began:
Give me mule every time have
mule which could have beaten that
horse. =
"Iou have, eh, ! said Mr.. Carpenter,
Yes, sir; ! have mule which went
forty miles between water at straight
J gallopin the dead heat Of summer and
what tool. the fastest horse four days
TO do taislnale could do III two DAYS.
| know a ti,na when this mule did three
hundred and twenty miles ia two DAYS,
and the water holes were thirty-five
miles apart Why, sir. that mule could
90 fifty miles ct dead run and never
touchaa drop Of water. 8s
My horse went the last sixty miles
without a drop Of water, retorted the
I Cash Granae man, 'and the two men
were about dead, with theft tongues
n lolling ont Of their mouths, but my
horse was us fresh as d daisy"
: The Red Rocx man stared at him
with sad, wan, plying smile, DIS il he
wcrc wondering why anyone would i'm.
n peril his sonlabout such atrifle as that,
and relapsed into silence Oecasional-
ly he m@urnfuily shook his head, but
when he caught INC alone lie said. Il
wonder that follows tongue don't get
paralyzed telling such whoppers.
There amt no horse living that can
! travel twenty miles on the desert be-
tween drinks, letealone sixty / know
! can't. Nominate yer pizen,
J 'But your animal went Norty miles
without water?n
Look a-here, young man, N didn't
:. say nothing about horse. ! said mule
mule mule See? Whisky straight
boss. Never mindlyer tarnation water.
John Hamilton 0fiimour, in San Fran.
cisco Chronicle,
v Right Ecplyin Right Place. Vintoi
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