The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1899-11-09
ONE OF ROOSEvELT'S TERRORS
An Equine Veteran of the War with
Many Faults and . single
Weakness.

He was veteran of the late war. By
way of evincing has distaste for the
ways of peace he had just kicked sew
eral holes in the dash board of the cart
which it was his business - draw. His
driver stood on the sidewalk and al
ternately cursed and coaXed, the re-
marks being punctuated by occasional
crashes of the wood work, as the vet
eran lifted his powerful heel. 1t was
on the north side of Washington square
and the usual crowd was Offering I'M
profitable advice. Down the steps of
one of the big old-time mansions
strolled a languid young man clad in
afternoon tea raiment. He cast
casual glance at the equine veteran,
then FASTENED down the steps and
pushed through the crowd.
Hello. Pete, you devil" he said to
the horse
He do be devil all right, sorr," said
the driver. But Pete is not his name"
The animal, however, seemed to think
otherwise. Up went his ears and the
skin on his broad nose wrinkled in a
peculiarly sagacious way. The next
instant the young man jumped back
with cessation Of languidity that
saved the point of his chin. The hors IS
big teeth snapped in the air.
up to your old tricks, are you," said
the young man, and his gloved hand
landed with smart whack across the
wrinkled jowl.
The veteran tossed his head and
snorted, but he didn't kick again. In
stead he kept his eyes intently on the
giver of the blow, evidently solicitous
lest another should follow it.
Hit him again, sorr," besought the
driver. ''Av l had cracked him like
that, there wud have been no cart at
ALL"
Where did you pick him up?"
bad luck to the Harlem man that
sold him to me-" said the driver. "You
know the horse, sorr?"
Rather" said the young man. "He's
one of Teddy's Terrors. Aren't you,
Pete2"
Pete started to reach again, but
changed his mind hastily as the gloved
hand swung toward him. The crowd
ever eager for anything about the
war, stood waiting.
Hes a real terror, too" said the
young man. "He never got any far
Their than Tampa toward the front, but
he made a record there. There were
men in every troop that had the mark
of his teeth on 'em, and we called him
the cannibal."
You was one of the rough riders,
sorr?' said the driver, respectfully.
Not rough enough to tackle Pete.
1t wasn't that he bucked, but he had
a trick of turning his head and getting
man just above the knee. / don't
believe there's a horse living with as
much rubber in his neck as that beast.
How you ever got him in harness is
more than l can guess"
when / got him." said the driver,
"he was that thin you cud play chunes
on his ribs with stick. As soon as
l begun to feed him he got gay. I'm
thinkin' I'll have to starve him to death
to make him any good at ALL"
What started him kicking just now? ?"
asked the rough rider.
ouic, lie stdIleu himself. he TOOK
dislike to go any farther. and when
bate him he begun to kick"
"Oh, I'll show you how to cure that
baking" said the ex-soldier. Here,
one of you boys, run up to the corner
and get me an apple. Pete will follow
an apple as far as he can see it. After
he got back to Montauk and the horses
were sent up there l found out his
weakness, and / could make him fol-
low me all around by putting an apple
in my pocket. He could smell it yard
away, couldn't you, Pete?"
Crack. sounded blow that landed
where the first had struck, for Pete
had essayed another bite.
Have to keep your eye on him all
the while said the young man. Hand
the apple over here. Thank you"
He held the fruit up to Pete's view
and walked away. The veteran ambled
after. The driver clambered into his
somewhat fractured cart and the
crowd followed. After few rods had
been traversed the apple was given to
Pete, who actually had the grace to
whinny his thanks. He then jagged
along steadily enough, his driver
shouting back at the ex-soldier his
gratitude, mingled with offers to sen
the horse for ten dollars.-N. Y. Sun.