Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-08-31
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Djella smiled.
"We will see when the hour arrives.
/ promise nothing. Be my escort,
without condition, or yield the post Of
honor to Rajah Doorgal Sahib, who
knows me we'll, and that which I can
do in the hour of peril"
"your will shall be done, madame,
whatever 1T may be-" quickly replied
George; but l yield my place to
nonet'
Djella turned and beckoned one OF
the Wallets to approach.
Bring DALI" she commanded. "Sir
George" she resumed, you are, / pre-
sumo. a skillful horseman?'
"Skillfui. madame, / do not affirm;
but fearless-yes."
"You are to ride Dali. He is the
swiftest horse in my stables-the only
one who can keep pace with Baronet,
my pure-blooded fayorite. He Ices
not leap over obstacles. He takes
them on the wing. Only be is a devil.
l warn you to be on your guard"
The servant, leading a most superb
steed, at this moment returned.
George was a connoisseur. He gave
to the noble animal a look full of en-
thusiasm.
His skin shone like satin, its jetty
blackness forming a strong contrast to
his saddle and bride, of real morocco,
embroidered in gold.
How do you find him." asked the
princess.
Magnificent. Without exception, he
is the most superb type of MS race
that / have ever seen.'
Saying this, George had dismounted
and approached dali.
Seeing his advance, the latter. who
was perfectly calm, turned his intelli-
gent head toward him, dilated his nos
trils and began paving the earth with
his hoof.
Selling the reins and gathering them
in his left hand, which he rested on
the name, he placed the other on the
pommel, and sought to put his foot in
the stirrup.
Take care!" cried the princess.
At the same instant, Dali made a
bound so abrupt that he dragged ten
feet his would-be rider. A second and
a third attempt produced a like result.
A new horsenlan would have been
discouraged, but George was master Of
his art. Making a leap, as the horse
jumped for the fourth time, he put
himself in the saddle without touching
the stirrup.
All, however, was not ended. Dali
had not yet acknowledged himself con-
quered, and between him and his rider
began a struggle as frightful as it was
short.
Excited with anger, neighing in rage,
now rearing back upon his launches
until it seemed he must fall backward.
now pirouetting as a leaf driven by the
storm, now kicking vigorously. it APP
peared he must unseat his burden and
hurl him twenty feet over his head.
But George appeared less nan than
centaur. Throughout it all he re
remained I'm the saddle puiet, firm, smil
ing, adapting himself without effort to
the enraged efforts of the diabolical
beast.
Della, corquering her irrepressible
emotion, watched the contest with an
agitation which undoubtedly would
have been remarked but that the at
tention Of all was captivated by the
struggle.
At last the powerful force of intelli-
gence triumphed. Dali understood
that he had found his master, and, lit
tie by little, his resistance weakened,
until, white with foam, and ~quivering
with shame, he docilely obeyed the
pressure of the rein, and, directed by a
mastery hand, stood before the Prin-
cess Djella.
Immediately loud applause greeted
the victor.
George, smiling, bowed his acknowl-
edgments, but a vivid blush rose to
Djella's pale cheeks, and her great
black eyes sparkled.
"You see, princess" said George,
"Djali and / had a little misunder-
standing, but we are now agreed, and
he is gentle as a lamb"
IL see, Sir George, that you are a
daring and skillful horseman." an
swered Djella. "Djali has found his
master. To separate you henceforth is
impossible. Dali will re-enter my
stables nevermore. l beg you to ac-
cept nim."
"But, princess" answered George,
in embarrassment.
"Oh!" cried Djella, che is yours!
If you refuse, one of my people shall
receive orders to shoot him in the
head!'
II accept, then, and am indeed, CRATE
full for so royal a gift"
Now, gentlemen" resumed the
princess, Exchange, / beg you, your
wearied steeds for fresh mounts, and
let us be off. Time passes, and tie
panthers await us. Remember, Sir
George, during the day you are my es-
! cort."
Five minutes more and all the guests
were In saddle. and a blast from the
trumpet had given the signal for de-
parture, the princess and Sir George
leading the way.
For two hours neither tiger nor pam
Their was to be seen-nothing but
troops of ~gazelles. But even these the
hunters did not spare.
Djella appeared seized with a very
high fever Of destruction. She car
ried. hung to her saddle, a small gun
revolver, made for her expressly. by
the most skillfnl armorer Of London,
and each time that a gazelle passed
her she let her reins fall on her horses
neck, seized the gun. adjusted and
fired, with Incompatible accuracy, the
poor little animal falling, mortally
wounded, to the earth.
George, while filled with admiration