The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-09-11

Gimme my spurs and I'll make him pitch" Golf shouted back, He was given his spurs and he tried to make the horse pitch, but was only partially successful
 Drury Grogan of Fort Griffin, Shack elford county, who was the new "bronk buster" His "bronk" was a skittish little sorrel of the Heart L. brand, who had thrown everybody who had ever tackled him. The sorrel pitched with saddle when 1t was cinched. It was against the rules to allow the "bronks'' to pitch with saddle, but the sorrel didn't mind the rules. He was kicking and plunging when Grogan climbed on him and he did some very hard bucklng and scattered the crowd near the grand stand much to the sat isfaction of Jo Dickson, who had been talking his lungs out trying to keep them back, Grogan rode him success fully and was heartily cheered.
 Emiline Gardenhire of the Tip ranch in Archer county was the next rider He selected what was said to be the worse horse in the pen. It was a blood bay from the Hashknife ranch and known as the Montana Blizzard" :" The "Blizzard'' was fairly peaceable while being saddled and seemed to know what was coming. He has been outlawed for some time and would be worth one hundred dollars if anybody could handle him.
 Emiline crawled on him with raw hide riding whip in his hand, He took off his hat and slapped the Blizzard over the head and for a few minutes there wos the widest mix up of pitch- ing horse and cowboy imaginable. Gardenhire rode with his hands free and piled his whip over the horses hips and shoulders. 'Blizzard' bucked and paved and jumped from side to side. Gardenhire never moved out of his saddle and seemed to maintain his seat with perfect ease. After about fif- teen minutes mingled bucking, side jumping and running Blizzard sue cumbed and Gardenhire galloped around the circle swinging his hat with everybody in the crowd cheering him.
 Golf here insisted that he be given a horse that would pitch and be allowed another trial. Lasater told him to get gray nag out of the bunch in the pen, which he did There were yellow marks on the gray's neck that looked suspciously like collar marks The saddle was cinched and Golf mounted. The old gray started off in q long lope. When he was turned lose the lariat did not fall clear, but tangled In the bridle reins, which disconcerted Golf some what, but it finally fell and the gray scooted across the prairie in all easy lope amid yells of "Old blow horse"
 "The children ride him"
 But the gray suddenly seemed to re- alize that he was being ridden, and jumped high enough to go over a ten- barred gate and came down with his feet in a bunch. He had commenced pitching. The third buck Golf lost his seat and four feet of daylight showed between him and the saddle. It was clean throw, but Golf took his rope with him and lit on his feet and was back on the horse quick as a fash The old gray seemed to think his con- tract was performed and refused to pitch any more Golf rode down to the grand stand and asked for his spurs.
 Lasater sair No" that the gray was blow horse that belonged to "old man Henyon," and he wouldn't allow him to be cut up with spurs
 The steer roping was next The steers had been loaded into a cattle car and brought up from the cattle pens. They were also outlaws" and were so bad that nobody cared to have any thing to do with them. All big fellows that would weigh from fourteen to sev- enteen hundred pounds. Jo Dickson said they were the most vicious in the country, and had been "gnatted" for a couple of days so they could run. And they did run.
 The roping created more interest than any other feature of the reunion. The box car the steers were in was covered with people getting look at the steers. sizing thm up. Those who were going in the roping contest busted themselves in looking to their saddles and testing their ropes. Their method of testing a rope was quite a show in itself. A man would take each end of a rope and tie it around the horn of his saddle and then ride away from each other and let the ponies pull it.
 The ponies entered fully into the spirit of the thing, and would surge and tug and sit back on the launches until the rope was stretched like a fid dle string. The rules for the roping contests were read. to the contestants ac folIatrc.