The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-31

their horses, but Mr.. Carpenter, Of
Yuma, had the best horse stories to
tell.
lie listened patiently to the others
and finally impaticntly broke in:
"Well, gentlemen, that's very good,
hut | know a horse which can beat any
horse In the whole territory"
The other gentlemen from Arizona
looked astonishcd. II was excusable,
for some OF the feats performed by
their horses were certain ~ remark
able,
.You know G. c. Il each, OF Phoenix,
I guess said Mr. Carpenter, turning
afably upon his hearers. Several
knew Mr.. Beach and expressed un-
bounded admiration for the gentleman.
..Well, he's got a horse on alfalfa
which he wouldn't sell for n million
dollars"
at amt likely the hoss IS with that
much said a gentleman from Rillitos
rather doubtfully.
Every cent Of it, said Mr.. carpcn-
ter, relighting another cigar.
stOh, come now, . observed agentleman
from ella Bepd, what are you giving
us2 Worth one millioni"
That's what"
There's a 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 i 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 storyl What is It? Go ahead
exclaimed all in a breath.
well, sir" began Mr.. Carpenter,
settling himself, 1T 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
suecor was obtained. But how 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 Iadian don't care who he shoots,
bless you.
well. sir, there was a buckskin
horse in camp which. II he once got a
start of n yard or so of any Indian ami
NAL, he would never be caught. Its
owner had1often spoken Of this animal,
and Bill Hardy. as brave a man as even
lived, said II the horse would be lent to
him he wouldtry and make Prescott.
't0f course it was dangerous work
and there were ten chances to one he
would never get ont 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-
~ and their fortunes are exquisite be-
fore they finish them up. / tell You,
gentlemen, there was greater pluck
shown by Hardy in volunteering to go
than in leading q forlorn hope, where
death is speedily met by bullet o.
sabcr.
The buckskin was saddled and Har-
dy made a 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 bucSskin had the lead
Hardy was a good rider. He rode as in
q race, and not till Prescott was
reached, one hundred and fifty miles
away, did he draw rein. Do you sup
pose the Indians s~topped-not a bit of
it They kept right on after him, the
bullets tearing upthe 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 a whole outfit and two
heavy men weighing about two hum
dred bounds n piece" said a gentleman
from Casa Grande.
The Red Rock man leaned over to me
and whispered in ny ear: That's the
doggondest liar in the territory" and
cheerfully began:
Give me a mule every time. i have
a mule which could have beaten that
horse"
"You have, Ell" said Mr.. Carpenter.
Yes, sir; ! have a mule which went
forty miles between waterfall a straight
gallop in the dead heat Of summer, and
what took the fastest horse four days
TO do this mule could do in two days.
know a ttime whenthis mule did three
hundred and twenty miles ID two days,
and the water holes were ~thirty-fiye
miles apart Why, sir, that mule could