The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-11-05


these wild horses. I'd like to sell hi
to some man who knows about sue
animals. He's a fine pony, strong s
a lion, but he's a terrible bucker.
never saw his equal"
He smiled again indulgently. "Let
take look at him.
The pony had filled his hay baske
and looked as innocent as a worste
kitten.
mice little Teller, shore thing,
said the Missourian, as he patted tn
Rat. "He's young and coltish
Whatll you take for him?"
Now, see here, stranger. I am
fair man. I don't want to deceive an,
one. That pony is wonder. Fl
can outbuck any horse west of Sci
kirk range"
The old mans eyes were very az
gravating. Gle needs an old hand
that's oil. Why, I could shoulder tn,
little kid whilst he was a-pitchin' his
blamedest. What'll you take for him? p
I'D throw off S., and you take the
rope; but, stranger, he's the worst
he refused to listen. He took the
pony. AS the Rat followed him off he
looked so small, so sleepy, so round
and gentle you would have said,
There ,e goes a man with a pony for
his little girls"
We laid off day at Tchincut lake.
we needed rest anyway, and it was
safer to let the man from Butte 60 on.
l had made every provision against
complaint on the Missourian's part,
but at the same time one can't be too
careful.
There are no re ming footsteps on
the long trail, but few days later I
overlook the man from Indiana, who
had been see-sawing back and forth on
the trail, now ahead, now behind. He
had laid off half day.
He approached me with a curious
look on his face.
stranger, what kind of a beast did
you put off on that Teller from
Butte?"
"a mighty strong, capable little
horse. Why?"
well, say, was just a-passing his
camp yesterday morning, when the
thing took place. I always was lucky
about SUCH"
what happened?" queried I.
Il don't wish any mans barn to
burn, strangers, nor his horse to take
a fall outen him, but when anything
does go on I like to see it. You see,
ne had just drawed the last knot on the
pack and as I came up he said: 'How's
this for $40 pony?' I said, Pretty
good. Who'd you get him off OFF,
"A couple of tenderfeet, he SAYS,
who couldn't handle him. Why, he's |
gentle as dog; then he slaps the
pony on the side. The little fend lit |
out both hind feet and took the old |
man on both knees and knocked him
down over O pack saddle into the mud.
lhen he turned loose, that pony did,
stranger. I have saw horses buck a
plenty, Mexican bronks, wild cayuses
n Montana, and all kinds O. beasts in
california, but I never seen the beats
If that blue pony. He shore was a
quicker from Battle Creek. The Butte
nan lay there groanin' his two knees
n his fists, whilst trail of -four an
'eans an sacks an rubber boots led
p the hill, an at the far end of that
rail bout thirty yards up the blamed
ayuse was a-feedin' like q April
amb."
"What happened to him?"
"Who?"
'The pony"
sold Butte, as soon as he could
'awl little, he says: Gimme nv
I'm, I've been a-packin' on the trails
the Rocky mountains for forty years
nd [ never was done up before, (
lmme that gun. He sighted her, {
ranger, most vicious, and pulled
lgger. Thepony gave one big jump t
I'D went a-rollin' and a-crashin' into
le gulch: you'll never kick again. l
lys the Teller from Butte" &
Poor little Blue Rat. He had gone t
the mystic meadows where no pack v
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