Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1899-10-25
ONE OF RooSEvELT'S TERRoRs
An Equine Veteran of the War with
Many Faults and . single
weakness.


He was a veteran of the late war, By
way of eyincing has 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
ternateny 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 un-
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 a
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
''IIe DO be devil all right, SORT" said
the driver. "But Pete is not his name"
abs animal, however. seemed to think
otherwise. Up went his ears and the
skin on his broad nose wrinkled in
peculiarly sagacious way. The next
instant the young man jumped back
with cessation of languidity that
saved the point OF his chin. The hoys1's
big teeth snapped in the air.
up to yourold tricks, are you," said
the young man, and his gloyed hand
landed with smart whack across the
wrinkied 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.
"IIit him again, sorr," besought the
driver. "Ay l had cracked him like
that, there wud have been no cart at
all"
where did you pick him upp"
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,
Petc?"
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 meyer got any far
Their than Tampa toward the front, but
he made 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
trick OF turning his head and getting
man just above the knee. l don't
believe there's horse living with as
much rubber in his neck as that beast.
How You ever got him in harness is
more than ! can guess.p
"Whcp | got him. said the driver,
''he was that thin You nud play chunes
on his ribs with stick As soon as
l begun to feed linn 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.
"Sure, he started himself. He took a
dislike 70 go sny farther, and when
bate him he begun tokick."
"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 l could make him fol-
low me all around bs putting an apple
in my pocket. He could smell il 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, "IIand
the apple over here. Thank you."
lie he'd the fruit up to pete's view
and walked away. The veteran ambled
after. The driver clambercd into his
somewhat fractured ear: and the
crowd followed. After fey rods had
been irascrsti tac apple was given to
Pete. who actually had the grace to
whinny his thanks. Ho then jagged
along >:s;.di.y enough, his driver
shouting lac'i at tae e2-soidier his
gratitude, mingled with offers to sen
the horse ,or ten dollars.-N. Y. Sun.
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