The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1893-02-22

the subject of horscHcsh came up
There were several gentlemen from
Arizona present whose tales were GER
,ainly as strong and as loug-winded as
their horses, but Mr. Carpenter, Of
Yuma, had the best horse stories to
tell
He listened patiently TO the others
and finally impatieuuy broke ia:
"Well, gentlemen, that's very good.
but know a horse which can beat any
horse in the whole territory"
The other gentlemen from Arizona
looked astonlshed. 1t was eHcusable,
for some OF the feuts performed by
their horses were certainly remark.
able.
"Iou know c. c. B each, of Phoenix,
] guess" said Mr.. Carpenter, turning
otfably upon his hearers. Several
knew Mr. Beach and expressed un-
bounded admiration for the gentleman.
well, he's got @ horse on alfalfa
which me wouldn't sell for one million
dollars.
ut amt likely the hoss is wuth that
much" said gentleman from Billitos
rather doubtfully.
Every cent of it,, said Mr.. Carpen.
ter, relighting another cigar.
ooh, come now,' So observed a gentleman
from ella Bend, "what are you giving
us? Worth one million"
"Ihat's what"
There's story with that horse, "
remarked another from Casa Grande,
while a gentleman from Red Rock sug.
gested that the horse was worth more
than the "hull territory"
There is a story conn ected with that
! horse, and so long as Beach lives that
horse shan't do any harder work than
cat alfalfa"
"A storyl What is itP Go ahead"
exclaimed all in breath.
"Weu, sir" began Mr.. Carpenter,
settling himself, 1T was way back
during the Indian troubles that my
story refers. The rascallv reds were
besieging Fort Moiave and it was sure
death to everyone in the fort unless
succor was obtained. But now to get
news to the outer world Of this dread.
full situation? The blessed Indians
were here, there and everywhere,
picking of men, women and children
| An Indian don't care who he Shoots
bless you.
"Weu, sir. there was a buclysIlir
ho~se in camp which. if he once rot a
] start of a ward or s, of auy Indian ami
NAL, he would n.vcr be CAUGHT. Its
owner had often spolsen of this animal
and Bill Hardy. as brave a man as ever
/ lived. said If the horse would be lent &c
| him he would trv and make Prescott.
oOf co,,se IT, was 5ar~a~ors rr-o,l
and tl,cre were t,,7 chances fl, one he
would never Get ont of siybt of tbe
! fort. and tho hravrst man fbere ebr5
dored fo t,fr1, what would bs Hardy,
/ fate whom c.-+l,,5 Tho 1rdfr,,
mutilrte their prisoners most hfieous
" and their torlu es are cgouisfte be
fore they finish them up. ] tell YOU
gentlemen, there was greater pIucl
shown by Hardy I'm Volunteering TO %,
than in leading o. forIorn hope, wheu
death is speedily met by bullet o.
saJcr.
"Ihe bucl#l1u was sad1leI and Har
dv made % dash for the omen country
/ The horse lluev as well as it8 ride
what was required of him. He nasse
/ the line OF Indians before thar vver
well awake. Then when they did r.
up they gave chase. The desert was
swarming mass of red devils, al
I screaming audurg.ur their horses afte
Hardy. But the buc.,sllin had Uhe lead
Hardy was o. good rider. He rode as il
a race, and not till Prescott wa
reached, one hundred and fifty mile
away. did he draw rein. Do YOU sun
pose the Indians stopped-uot bit o
it, They kept right on after him, th
bullets tearing up the mud right along
side. No wonder Beach says that n
man shall ever again ride that buck
skin"
'sYou bet Beach is RIGHT not to lie
anv man ride that horse. but have
horse which went one hundred miles +
fortv-eiqht hours draprinr n beav
wagon with a whole outfit and tw
heavy men weirhfnv about two bur
dred rounds a piece" said a pentlema
from Casa Grande.
The Red Rock man leaned over to m
and whispered in NV ear; THAT'S tia
dorpopdest liar in the terrftorv - an