Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1899-12-13
ONE OF RoosEvELrs TERRoRs
An Equine Veteran of the War with
Many Faults and q single
Weakness.

He was a veteran of the late war. By
way OF evincing his distaste for the
ways of peace he had just kicked sew
eral holes in the dashboard of the cart
which it was his business to 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 nor,h side Of Washington square
and the usual crowd was offering un.
profitable advice. Down the steps OF
one of the big old-time mansions
strolled langnid young man clad in
afternoon tea faiment. He cast q
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 o
peculiarly 2sagacious way. The next
instant the young man jumped back
with cessation of languidity that
saved the point Of his chin. The hors-'r
big teeth snapped in the air,
up to your old tpicks, are you," said
the young man, and his gloyed hand
landed with a 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
giyer of the blow, evidently solcitous
lest another should follow it.
Hit him again, sorr." besought the
driver. "Av I 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. Hes
one of Teddy's Terrors. Aren't you
Pete?"
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
NJ his !, 10 IaI I.
the cannibal.'
"You was one Of the rough riders,
sorr?" said the driver, respectfully.
mot 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. l don't
believe the 'e's q horse living with as
much rubL>r in his neck as that beast.
How you ever got him in harness is
more than can guess"
when I got him." said the driver,
The was that thin you cud play chimes
on his ribs with stick. As soon as
| 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 bin kicking just now?"
asked the rough rider.
Sure, he stayted himself. He took a
dislike to go any farther, and when
l 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 10 Montauk and the horses
were sen, up there | found out his
weakness, and | could make him fol-
low me all around by putting an apple
in my pocket. He could smell it a 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 Petcs view
and walked away. The veteran ambled
after. The driver clambered into his
somewhat fractured cart and The
crowd followed. After a few rods had
been traveEsed the apple was given to
Pete, who actually had the grace TO
whinny Lis thanks. He then logged
along s..adi.y enough, his driver
shouting back AZ he cx-soldier his
gratitude. mingled with offers to seh
the horse for ten dollars-N Y SIM