The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1899-01-27
II Race Hinon9 Border FOLK
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1t was the first week in July. In the
mer there had come across the Battle
river the Blackfeet, the Sarcees, the
Piegans, and their cousins from Mon
tana, with the swiftest horses of the
south, to try conclusions on the race
track with their hereditary enemies,
the great Cree nation, as they had done
in other days in bloody foray and fierce
~ fought battle before the white man
came. And the white man was there,
racing, betting and haggling over con-
ditions in the Lingua Franco he had
picked up from the half breed. And the
half breed found, perhaps, on that race
track the only place where his dual ma
ture gave him an advantage over both.
For four or five days there had been
racing from daylight to dark handi-
caps. private races. tribe races. races
according to the programme, races of
all kinds and at all times. Anyone
wanting race could be accommodated,
and many wanted. The fever of the
race possessed white, red and mixed.
II WdS Il SdluTUdlld VI sport.
All night long. in the hundreds of
tepees throughout the bluffs which sur
rounded the beautifully level plain that
did duty as the course. the games of
skill and chance, from the legerdemain
of the Cree stick game TO draw poker.
went on to the accompaniment of the
tom-toms.
Lying in shack. half mile away,
on the outskirts of the settlement, the
American could tell by the time of the
monotonous Indian drums whether the
stakes were high or the play was fast
and furious. The Englishman dropped
in after midnight. He had bought him
self out of the mounted police few
weeks before; said barracks were dull,
that the Canadian Pacific railway had
knocked all charm out of western life,
and that he was going east. He knew
the American and made him get up.
He wanted to talk to him. When the
Englishman talked. which was seldom,
he was worth listening to. and the
American got up. Before the English
man had finished. he had dressed him
self.
And then they went out and stole a
horse.
The fact that the horse was the prop
erty of the major commanding troop
OF the Northwest mounted police added
piquancy to the theft. The American,
who was a lawyer and had a legal con-
science. called it "borrowing" The
Englishman said he didn't care a rap
what it was called, the majors horse
was the only thing in the district on
four legs that could beat Grey VOLTS
Pinto mare, and they had to have him.
Grey VOLTS Pinto was known far be-
yound the Blackfeet, and the American
suggested that even the majors troop
horse hadn't speed enough granted
though he was, and he limited some
thing about doping the mare under the
circumstances. The Englshman
loved a horse, and as they strobe along
IN the moonlight toward the gate of
the palisaded police fort, he said that
doping horse was worse than murder,
that he wouldn't be a party to it. and
that the girl wouldn't do it for so
Plerres, anyway; she had been brought
up with the Pinto, and he believed loved
the pony.
Then the Englishman went and lied
to the sergeant of the guard, and hint
ed mysteriously about an Indian rising
and his secret mission, as an old police
man, from the major to carry dis
patches to fort so miles away. And
the sergeant felt flattered at being
taken into the confidence of his chief.
and was duly impressed with the idea
OF an Indian rising; the said hope be-
ing the something that keeps the red
coated riders of the plains alive; and
ne told the gate and stable sentries not
to say anything about the absence of
the majors horse or the major would
be mad.
81 The Englishman and the American
then took the majors horse away and
painted out beautiful white star in
ms forehead and the three white stock
ings and the brand mark. The Amer
leans artistic temperament was
aroused, and he wanted to paint a
white star on his breast and throw in
few fiourishes on the hind quarters,
but the Englishman said he only want
ed him disguised enough to pass once
through crowd, and then if the ma
jor found out he didn't care-an eX-
ceedingly small amount. The major
wouldn't miss him until after the race
as there was no parade in the morniI o.
ana the sergeant was impressed with
the Embarrassing idea.
II was late in the afternoon when the
race between Grey Volts Pinto and
the Englishman's unknown was called.
Every other event had been dwarfted
into insignificance; for wasn't the
swiftest pony of the south at last
matched? And there was strange
story being whispered around regard
Ing the stakes The Erglishman, so Il
was said, had wagered ten gallons of
eoptraband whisky against Grey VOLTS
laughter the beauty of the Blood Re-
herve. that he would beat the Pinto on
horse he refused to name. 1t was
novel bet. even in that western land
where everything went. Indians might
Duy their wives, and oftentimes
Wagered them when their stock of
ponies ran out, but a daughter was lit
tie bit different; and in the face of a
prohibitory liquor law to bet ten gal
Ions of whisky with half-rebellious
indian, altogether shocked the moral
pense of the Saskatchewan. But the
saskatchewan wanted to see the Pinto