The Republican., 1895-05-16
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KNEW MORE THAN A HORSE.
One Mule That Trusted His Rider In Mount
aims But Not at Rivers.

aims But Not at Rivers.
Few people who have not lived on
intimate terms with a mule, are will.
ing to acknowledge that he is more in
telligent than horse.
But the members of the United
States geological survey, who for
months at time live in the saddle,
and use mules for saddle and pack
animals, claim that horses are neither
tough enough. sure-footed, nor smart
enough for rough, continuous mountain
work
Jack was a saddle mule of the survey
for four years. His master was the
head of the party, and a daring, fear
less rider, well used to wild mountain
climbing and surveying. He declare.
that Jack knew more than his master,
and that his thinking powers were hui
man. He says:
Jack was big, black and very strong.
He knew me perfectly, and how far he
could trust me. In my early aequaint-
ance got him into quicksand once or
twice, and he learned to doubt my
Judgment of rivers and sand-bars.
without a fear l could ride him in
to rocky ford, no matter how deep or
rough, but If l struck a sandy one-old
Jack would absolutely refuse to step
IN. He would look at me and l at him.
No persuasion affected him.
so l would jump off the saddle,
wade in sometimes up to my knees,
showing him that the bed of the
river was quite hard, get back into my
saddle, and without a prick of his big
ears Jack would step cheerfully in.
"Who says Jack didn't think? He
had more faith in my ability as a
mountaineer than as waterman. and
would follow me wherever 1 thought
1t safe to go.
in northwest Arizona, after long,
hard days ride, was hurrying toward
camp, when suddenly my way was cut
off by one of those long escarpments in
the plain, where a sudden drop in the
strata has left long line of low cliff,
which l must descend.
II rode along the top of the bluff
for mile or more; finding no possible
descent, till at last about dusk, we
came to a broken place where thought
a mule might slide down the sloping
face of the rock, ten or fifteen feet, to
less steep descent below. got off
and tried to lead him.
Not a step would Jack take l
coaxed and urged and pulled. He
stood firm as a rock.
II left him and walked up and down
on the bluff; looked down below US
and above us. Jack followed me with
his eyes, clear, trustful and full of con-
tidence as a child. He saw that l
found no better place. Putting my
hand on his head, I said: Jack, old
man, got to try it! Patting him,
went ahead.
Jack made no objections, drew his
four feet close together, and followed!
He slipped safely to the bottom and
stood still until l was in the saddle.
''In eastern Utah we struck an old
camp where, three years before, Jack
had carried me over a terribly dry
land. He had since that season been
in different territories. We made
camp, after tedious day, but found
no water.
I'VE turned the mules loose. and
Jack, with one of the pack mules,
started for the bluffs They led all
the rest up a steep bluff, through E
deep canyon, to y beautiful spring OF
water where, three years before, we
had all camped and drank. Ever,
member of the big survey party had
forgotten but Jaok!'-Boston Globe.