The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-01-13
ISBURG. Pa, FRIDAY. JANUARY I3, 1893.
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but know a horse which can beat any
horse in the whole territory"
The other gentlemen from Arizona
looked astonished. 1t was eScusable,
for some of the feats performed by
their horses were certain ly remark
able.
..You know C. 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.
We'll, he's got n horse on alfalfa
which he wouldn't sell for one million
dollars"
..It amt likely the hoss is wuth that
much" said n gentleman from Rillitos
rather doubtfully.
Every cent of it," said Mr.. Carpen-
ter, relighting another cigar.
''Oh, come now" observed n gentleman
from ella Bend, what are you giving
us? Worth one million!
That's what"
There's n story with that horse,'
remarked another from Casa Grande,
while n 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 sha'n't do any harder work than
eat alfalfa"
"a story! What is it? Go ahead"
exclaimed all in n breath.
We'll, SIR" began Mr.. Carpenter
settling himself, lit was way back
during the Indian troubles that my
story refers. The rascally reds were
besieging Fort Mojave 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 off men, women and children.
An Ihdian don't care who he shoots,
bless you.
'"Well, sir, there was buckskin
hose in camp which, if he once got
start of a yard or so of any Indian ami
NAL, he would never be caught Its
owner had often spoken of this animal,
and Bill Hardy, as brave man as ever
lived, said if the horse would be lent to
him he would try and make Prescott.
''Of course it was dangerous work
and there were ten chances to one he
would never get out of sight OF the
fort, and the bravest man there shud-
dered to think what would be Hardy's
fate when captured. The Indians
mUtilatc their prisoners most hideouS-
ly and their tortures are exquisite be-
fore they finish them up. l tell you,
gentlemen, there was greater pluck
shown by Hardy in volunteering to go
than in leading a forIorn hope, where
death is speedily met by bullet or
saber.
The buckskin was saddled and Har-
dy made dash for the open country.
The horse knew as well as its rider
what was required of him He passed
the line of Indians before they were
well awake. Then when they did get
up they gave chase. The desert was a
swarming mass of red devils, all
screaming and urging their horses after
Hardy. But the buclIsllin had the lead.
Hardy was good rider. He rode as in
a race, and not till Prescott was
reached, one hundred and fifty miles
away, did he draw rein. Do you sup
pose the Indians stopped-not a bit OF
| il. They kept right on after him, the
bullets tearing up the mud right along
/ side. No wonder Beach says that no
man shall ever again ride that buck
! skin"
You bet, Beach is right not to let
any man ride that horse, but | have a
! horse which went one hundred miles in
| forty-eight hours dragging a heavy
wagon with n whole outfit and two
! heavy men weighing about two hun
/ dred POUNDS a piece" said Il gentleman
| from Casa Grandc.
! The Red Rock man leaned over TO me
and whispered in my ear: That's the
| doggondest liar in the territory" and
/ chcerfully began:
Give me a mule every time. l have
mule which could have beaten that
| horse"
| You have, en-" said Mr.. Carpenter.
Yes, sir; | have a mule which went
| forty miles between water ut a straight
| gaIlop in the dead heat OF summer, and
what took the fastest horse four days
To do this mule could do in two days.
know n time when this mule did three
hundred and twenty miles in two days,
| and the water holes were thirty-five
miles apart Why, sir, that mule could
| go fifty miles at dead run and never
touch a drop of water"
MY horse went the last sixty miles
without n drop of water" retorted the
| Casa Grande man, land the two men
were about dead, with their tongues
lolling out of their mouths, but my
I horse was as fresh as 4 daisy"
The Red Rock man stared at him
| with sad, wan, pitying smile, as if he
were wondering why anyone would i'm
| peril his soul about such a tritie as that,
! and relapsed into silence. Occasional
| ly he mournfully shook his head, but
when he caught me alone he said: Il
wonder that fellows tongue don't get
paraIyzcd telling such whoppers-
There amt no horse living that can
travel twenty miles on the desert be-
tween drinks, let alone sixty. L know
can't! Nominate yer pizen-
But your animal went forty miles
without water?'
Look a-here, young man, L didn
say nothing about horse l said mule
m-u-l-c-mule. See? Whisky straight
boss Never mind yer tarnation water.
John Hamilton Gilmour, in San Fran
cisco Chronicle.