The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-07-22
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There were several gentlemen from
Arizona present whose tales were GER
tainiy IA strong and as long winded -
their horses. but Mr. Carpenter. Of
Yuma, had tho best horse stories 10
tell
fIc listened patiently 70 the others
and finally impaticntly broke In;
well, gentlemen, that's very good.
but know horse which can boat any
horse IN the whole territory"
The other gentlemen from Arizona
looked aatonished. II was cxcusAblc.
for some Of the fcats performed BY
their horses were certain " remark
able
"You know c. G. Il each, Of phmnix,
guess. said Mr.. Carpenter. turning
Rffably upon HIS hearers Several
knew Mr.. Beach and expressed un-
bounded admiration FOR the gentleman.
well. he's got horse on alfalfa
which be wouidn't sell for one million
dollars"
1T Amt likely the hoss Il with that
much, said gentleman from Riilitoa
rather doubtfully
Every cent 81 IT, said Mr.. Carpen.
ter. rclightlng another cigar.
''oh, come now, " observed gentleman
from ella Bend. what arc you giving
us2 Worth ono millionr'
That's what
There's story with that horao,s
remarked another from Casa Grande,
while d gentleman from Red Rock suR.
gested that tho horse was worth more
than the sshull tarritory.n
There Is story conn ected with that
horse, and so long n Beach lives that
horse sha'nt do any harder work than
eat alfalfa. =
"A storyi What il III Go ahead. :
exclaimed all In breath.
well, air. began Mr.. Carpenter,
settling himself 1t was way back
during the Indian troubles that my
story refers Tho rascaily rcda were
besicRinG Fort Mojave and u Wa surs
death 70 everyone In the fort unless
succor was obtained. Hut how 70 get
news 10 the outer world Of thia dread
full situation? The blcsaed Indians
were here. there and everywhere,
picking on men. women and children.
An Indian don't care who he shoots.
bless you.
well, sir, there was buclxsixin
horse In camp which. II he once got
start Of yard or 20 Of any Indian ami
NAL, no would mover be eanRhA Its
owner had often spoken Of this animal.
and Bill Hardy. a. brave man ~ ever
lived, said II the horse would be lent 70
him be would try and mako Prescott
's0f course II was dangerous work
and there wero ten chances TO one he
would mover get out Of sight Of the
fort. and the bravcnt man there shud-
dered to think what would Be Hardy's
fate when captured Tho Indians
mutilate their prisoners most hideous-
" and their tortures nrc exquisite be-
fore they finish them mp ! tell you.
gentlemen, there was greater pluck
shown by Hardy In volunteering TO 90
than ia leading forlorn hope, whore
death Il speedily met BY bullet or
saber
"1rho buclrslsin was saddled and Har-
dy made dash for the open country.
The horse know as well as Its rider
what was required Of him He passed
the limo Of Indians before they were
well awake. Then when they did not
up they gave chase. The desert was
swarming mass Of red devila, ali
screaming and urging their horses after
Hardy. But the buclssixin Ind the load
Hardy was q good rider. He rode as In
race, and not till PRESCOTT wna
reached, ono hundred and fifty miles
away, did he draw rein. Do yop sup
pose the Indians stopped--not q BIT Of
II. They kept right on after him, the
-
side. No wonder Beach says that no
man shall ever again ride that buck.
skin"
"You bet. Beach IL right not to let
any man ride that horse, but have 4
horse which went one hundred miles Ia
forty -eight hours dragging . heavy
wagon with whole outfit and two
heavy men weighing about two hum
dred POUNDS a piece" said gentleman
from Casa Grande.
The Rcd Rock man leaned over to mo
and whispered III my ear: That's the
doggondcst liar In the territory" and
checrfully began:
give me q mule every time. have
a mule which could have beaten that
horse"
''You have, Ell, . said Mr.. Carpenter.
Eyes, sir; have mule which went
forty miles between water at o 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 o time when this mule did three
hundred and twenty miles In two days.
and the water holes were thirty-fvo
miles apart Why, sir, that mule could
60 fifty miles at dead run and never
touch drop of water"
my horse went the last sixty miles
without drop Of water. retorted the
Casa Grande man. .'and the two men
were about dead, with their tongues
lolling out Of their mouths. but my
horse WINS as fresh as daisy.
The Red Rock man stared 1t him
with sad, wan, plying smile, a. II he
were wondering why anyone would inn
peril his soul about such tribe az that
and relnpsed into silence. Occasionai-
" he mournfully shook his head. but
when he caught me alone he said: II
wonder that fellows tongue don't get
paralyzed telling such whoppers
There amt no horse living that can
travel twenty miles on the desert be-
tween drinks, let alone sixty. know
can'tl Nominate yer pizen.
s.But your animal went forty miles
without Waker2n