The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-10

fastened sliding binder of soft calfskin.
Armed with the hackamore, Miss Rogers
cornered the snorting filly, soothed her
with few pats and kind words. and
shpped the hairy arrangement over head
ana nose. Christine did not like it. but
she could not breathe when she pulled on
EJhe nose-chCking loop, AMI between dis
coVery OF this fact and her capUor's soft
spoken assurances she quieted down and
suomltted to be led, turned, and stopped
later the hackaInOre came the blanket.
ana nVe minutes afterward the saddle
ana Une application of the cinch. Hob
bIlng the forefeet was the next step. 10.
Leaving Christine to stand for a moment
she disappeared in the barn, and when
she made her exit there Were big Mexican
spurs on her boots, The blue print had
been replaced with the soft. full skirt she
mad spoken Of and her brown hair was
topped by a wide brimmed straw hat
with chin strap.
Christine had fresh spasms as her mis-
tress removed the hobbies and pulled the
DIncers over her eyes, and exhibited an
inclination to dance across the corral
sideways. Her movements were not fast
enough. however. for one foot reached the
nigh stirrup, and with a bound and a
SWING Miss Rogers was in the saddle, the
movement revealing nothing more start
/ ing than the fash of a spur Christine
walked on two legs for an instant, and
! then, when the binders were pushed IN.
she gave evidences of an intention to
walk on air,
Her first Jump was straight up and high
and fast enough seemingly to upseat any
! thing but cent3ur growing out of a
+ horses shoulders. Miss Rogers was not
loited an inch out of her seat, and full
minute OF prancing had no more effect
| than the rolling of a rocking horse.
[ flAearr to
and when her desire had been complied
| with, Christine got a taste of the spurs.
she flew out of the corral like an arrow,
but only to be headed up hill that was
| steep enough to take the spirit out of any
horse. Over the hill and down on the
other side, and then a return over the
same route, and Christine was pulled up
at the starting point, tired and painting
! and with no spirit of resistance left.
! The FLY hung her head as if very much
| ashamed at being conquered by woman.
and gratefully turned it in the direction
| OF several conciliatory pats and quoting
words. After this she took a little les
son i'll cattle chasing, learning to steer to
right andileft by the mere pressure of the
relns on either side of her neck.
~ The bride will be the next step" said
! Miss Rogers. Now that she has learned
to be guided by the hackamore reins
" ia " u GdSy llld u
! ter. ="
Returning to the house the way led
through field of waist-high grain, which
Miss Rogers said she had plowed, sowed
and narrowed unaided. Once more in
! the parlor, "a request for some music was
complied with, with a little hesitation
audsas much credit as the exhibition of
hOrsewOmanship had Eeen given, and a
fresh portrait in oil of ex-President Har-
| rison was exhibited as another sample of
| Miss Rogers versatility.
Miss Margaret occasionally gets a tum-
Bile through a horse falling down-she
has never been thrown-and the falls
have sometimes resulted in severe hurts.
Two years ago a horse fell on her in max
ing quick turn and broke her left arm
six months later the same trick sprained
an ankle, and now she is not entirely re-
covered from a hurt through her horse
putting both fore feet into hole in the
river bottom.
Still she is proud0of the fact that she
successfully rode a neighbors horse that
mad nearly killed half a dozen men, that
she saved the lives OF lot of lam bs
by swimming her horse across the swift
river, and that she rode down a chalk
bluff sixty feet high al an angle of 400 in
pursuit of a runaway steer.