Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1900-04-25

that she could not pull aapart.
 She ruined ten horses, kicked one mule 10 deaIh and anOtber one SO that we had to kill him. and she tore the clothes all oss of darky who tried to feed her one day; Octjt got to be an old story after awhile, and we didn't pay much attention.
 Nobody will ever forget the first time she was seen in a fight. You'd have thought she was human, from the sense she showed, and fiend incarDate from. the way she. .folghr.
 Our company had been oat oD a sor- tie and we were on our wsShome. every body giving Jeb apd.SBlazes a wide berth. for she'd kiek and bite every thing in reacb>oh the road as well as iu the stable when we came upon a de- tashment os rebel cavalry between us and home. They had more men than we did, but there was only one thing 10 do. and that was to charge-and we did it
 l was abreast of Jeb when we got the word. and l never saw anything made of flesh and blood do what Blazes did then Jeb couldn't hold her any more than you could hold cyclone, and she ran like streakof lightning. In the 30 or 4O rods between us and &he confed- crates she got more than two rods ahead of the rest of us, so she struck the line first I'll bet she covered 30 feet at every jump. and finally she took an ad- mighty plunge into the air. and landed plump on top of confederate sergeant and bis horse. knocking them both down as easily as she would blade of a grass.
 She reared and plunged, struck with her forefeet, kicked with her hind ones. and she used her teeth like a tiger She'd grab a rebel horse by the throat and tear out a chunk of flesh; she'd seize man by the leg or the arm. and pull him out of the saddle and trample upon him quicker than you could knock him out with saber. and every time she had a chance she'd jump into the air and land right on top of horse and rider. and then bite and tear and strike her way through or past the next one she met.
 l don't see how Jeb ever stayed on her back, but be did. and he came out with out a scratch. too. Nobody ever made fun of Blazes after that brush. but her greatest fight was her last one.
 We'd been out on a scouting and for aging expedition and were on our way back when we had that set-to. There were only ten of us. and we thought we had got past t-the point where we were likely to fall in with any rebs, when we saw full company of confederate cavalry come over the top of a knoll not a quarter of mile away.
 There was no use for us to try to run, for we would only have run into their lines. and there wasn't a man there who wanted to surrender, so we yelled back and started to meet them
 We came together. and in a second we were all mixed up. They surround ed us like flies around honey pot We were so few that we could not keep together, and every man fought for himself, regardless of the others. Still. eTerybody could tell where Blazes was all the time. by the commOtiou she kicked up; and when in light like that one thing kicks up enough extra com motion to be noticed. you can bet it's moving.
 J got bullet through Ty right shoul- 1T and another one in my left arm and I lSvas helpless; and jus. then my horse gdt saber clip on the side of his head which sent him crazy. and somehow. he nfsnsged to kiek hitAseIf out os the mhlee before be dropped. which be did with one of my legs under him; but l was where could see the fight, and kept my eyes on Blazes.
 Just as l discovered her, saw Jeb Smith pitch head first out of his saddle. and l knew that the parson was done for.
 Blazes seemed to know it. too. She had been wild before, but she became perfect demon then. She must have known that she had DO rider, and most horses quit fighting when the man is gone off from their backs; but she didn't She only got wilder andwentin for vengeance
 She DO longer paid any attention to the horses, but she went for the men. and whenever she grabbed one she liter ally tore him apart Hundreds of shots were fired at her, and her body was covered with blood from the saber cuts she had received, but she paved ana kicked, and tore with her hoofs and teeth. turning like a cat, and bounding about with the ease and grace of a panther.
 Then, when most of our men had gone down, and when practically all that there was left for the rebs to fight was that wild mare, there was another yell from the top of the hill, and I saw three companies of our own men com ing to the rescue.
 The Johnnies saw them, too, and'they broke and ran, and as sure as live, Blazes started after them.
 She overlook the last man and seized him by the shoulder. dragging him from his horse to the ground. As be fell be fired his pistol, and the shot went through her heart, but she elung to her prey and her body fell upon the man who killed her.
 There were only three of us left alive. out of the ten who went into that fight, and we felt almost as badly about Blazes as we did about our comrades
 Poor Jeb was shot through the head and never knew what struck him. We buried him and the mare side by side. and there wasn't dry eve in the crowd when we did it. She did more fight ing that day than the whole ten of us. and there were over 300 wounds ou her body when we found her.-Boston Globe.
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 Miss Freshleigh-Can you tell me. MT. SpOrtleigh. if race horses are subject to any particular cutanPOus disease2
 Mir. SpOrtleigh-NOt that l know of.