The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1893-04-05

the human brutes heap on their ami
mails every cruelty. They overload
them; starve them; ride them furious
ly; spur them viciously. 1t matters
not whether their poor beasts are sore
backed or not, on goes a saddle, and
the wretched animal is dashed or
spurred into a long continuous gallop
There is not a whit of difference be-
tween the Indians Of Oregon or those
on the Colorado desert. They are equal
ly cruel.
AS for placing value upon their ami
mails, they do not, for it is not uncom-
mon for them to ride one to death, and
not the slightest conjunction is felt at
the untimely decease. 1t is only when
you want to purchase a pony that it
has fictitious value. What, part
with that horse? No, it would be i'm
possible. 1t is so valuable and such
accounts are given of it's speed that
one is inclined to ask whether these
people know about stop watches. The
Modoc Indians placed an extraordinary
price on their beasts, but the Cahuillas
could give their northern brethren sew
eral pointers. 1t is. ludicrous to ask
them what they would take for their
wretched stock, whose sole sustenance
for nine months out of the year is dry
sagebrush, for it must be understood
that under no condition could an In
dian think it proper to feed his horses.
Some do raise alfalfa, it is true, but it
is never cut and stored They will I'M
blushingly ask seventy-ive dollars and
eighty dollars for nag that would be
dear at five dollars,
Perhaps it is the fault of the whites
for their exalted ideas, for the few
Americans on the desert entertain
great opinions of their horses. The
ancient, one-eyed, spawned nag, whose
age would approach to almost one
hundred years, has been accredited
with such exuberance of spirit in the
bucking, boiling, racing line that he
is approached until the beauty of his
architecture bursts into view with
greatest caution. One sight, however,
dispels any illusion that may have
been entertained, and yet his proud
possessor speaks of him and shows him
off as very Nancy Hanks
Not long ago 1 was travelling be-
tween Salton and Palm Springs, when
in the smoking-room of the Pullman
the subject of hOrsefesh came up.
There were several gentlemen from
Arizona present whose tales were GER
tainly as strong and as long-winded as
their horses, but Mr.. Carpenter, Of
Yuma, had the best horse stories to
tell.
He listened patiently to the others
and finally impatiently broke in:
"Well, gentlemen, that's very good,
but know horse which can beat any
horse in the whole territory"
The other gentlemen from Arizona
looked astonished. 1t was excusable,
for some of the feats performed by
their horses were certain ly remark
able.
"You know G. c. B each, of Phoenix,
guess" said Mr.. Carpenter, turning
affably upon his hearers. Several
knew Mr.. Beach and expressed I'M
bounded admiration for the gentleman.
"Well, he's got horse on alfalfa
which he wouldn't sell for one million
dollars
SIT amt likely the boss is with that
much" said a gentleman from Rillitos
rather doubtfully.
every cent of it," said Mr.. Carpen-
ter, relighting another cigar.
"Oh, come now" observed gentleman
from ella Bend Eswhat are Won giving