The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1899-04-28

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what the word tired means. for he
had irst sat on horse when fouryears
old. and for years had scarcely been
out of the saddle. except 10 Sleep
not always for that. Talk about rid
ing horseback. boys why. Pablo lived
on horseback.
Now. you can guess that beside such
a fellow | wasn'tof much account. com
ing from New England town. where
II W. take a ride now and then on some
old carriage horse. it's as much as we
DO. uf course. I began riding as soon
as got 10 Los lucblDs. because III
didn't there was little else TO DO: but
| could no more sit in a saddle All day
and keep up with Pablo and his vague
ros than ! could fly. Besides. was a
| sight to laugh al even when ! was do
iHg my bouncing up and down
like a churn-handle. swaying from one
side 10 the other. and quite often go
ing head-hrst over my horses ears 10
the ground. The vaqueros used 10 laugh
al and make fun of me behind my
back. from morning till night. and.
although Pablos ideas of a Spanish
centleman's conduct made him act as
If he never noticed my awkward
ness. vet j cocld see that ne dcspised
me for not being able 10 do what every
child ought. as he looked at it. All
this used TO grind me terribly, boys.
| can tell you.
ION my side. | didn't think well of
Pablo. ! was greatly surprised when
| found that he could scarcely read
word of his own language-not so
Spanish single month-and that he
actually didn't know the meaning of
the Latin prayershe repeated every day;
and. what was worse didn't care TO.
He was more ignorant OF arithmetic
than the youngest boy in the grammar
school. and couldn't add up four or
1--WE numbers without using counters,
10 save his life. Bat what took me
aback most was that he didn't seem
70 know that he knew nothing, or TO
want TO be anything different from
what he was then-had no ambition,
in short.
Here we boys are. each with his
plans for the future-Fred wants TO be
a lawyer. Charley a business man, and
| an engineer: but such ideas never
entered Pablo's head. | don't believe
he ever once thought even whether he
would continue herding cattle all his
life. but just went on doing il without
thinking anything at all.
so, you see. Pablo and had a con-
tempt for each other, and after awhile
we kept apart as entirely as we could.
He was very kind and hospitable,
though. and always took care that
got the best Of everything. and didn't
run into danger. which ] was very like
ly to do because of by habit of taking
long walks about the country alone
This was another thing Pablo
couldn't understand why any sensible
person should ever walk a step when
he could Just as well ride, and especial
~ why he should enjoy doing it. ! be-
lieve he used to think me a little out
Of mind when he saw me starting out
for a ten or fiftecn-mile tramp; and,
indeed. il wasn't exactly wise thing
on my part, for ran more or less risk
every time | went. on account Of the
cattle. and particularly one old bull,
called FL Sacudidor' the 'thrower' or
.toSserD.
This bull had killed several horses.
and severely injured two or three
vaqueros: but Don Moreno wouldn't
hear Of his being killed and even re-
fused to let them saw off his horns.
This was because the bull was pure
Spanish. like the don. who seemed 10
think that miserable. half-breed Next
cans ought TO feel highly honored if
a real old Spanish bull found any pleas
ure in goring them.
"Thc animal generally pastured in
certain place a, some distance from the
house; yet you never could tell when
he might take a fancy 10 GO charging
all over the ranch, attacking everything
that came in his way; for. though bulls
are not always savage. they have crazy
spells, during which they seem 10 en-
10Y doing mischief. and would rather
Kill n man than not.
zone morning ! was going through
long. deep ravine-a favorite walk OF
mine-when l heard n sort Of pulling
noise. and a great raitling OF gravel.
Looking up. what should see but III
Sacudidor coming around bend about
80 Yards in front Of me, head down.
tail up. and evidently just Gs full OF
urliness as he could hold. Good gra-
cious. what a savage brute he looked.
And what place that was TO meet him
in, The walls Of the ravine went up
almost perpe ndicularly. and. being Of
conriomerate-c and gravel mixed
togefher-a monkey couldn't have
climbed them. while the path wasn't
more than six feet wide. If as much,
and right in the middle of Al the bull
was coming down upon me at quick
trot.
"Boys. to say that was frightened
is nothing If anybody's hair ever
actually stands on end. mine did then;
and every drop Of blood in me seemed
turned into pins and needles. was so