Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1901-06-28
FOURTHOF JULY RIDING AT GA[ENA

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When got down the fiat was cleared
for action. and the man called Curlew
was preparing to ride.
He had barely time to draw his
sleeve across his perspiring face when
the half-choked and bewildered pony
had leaped, like flash, to his feet;
at the same fractional part of second,
Curlew was lightly ensconced in the
saddle. stirruped and pulling off the
pony's hood. Blinded by the sun, dazed
and frightened by the weight on his
back, the bay stood quivering for a
short space. But singing cut from
Curlew's quirt discovered his bond
age to him. Up he reared, straight
and unhesitatingly, till, losing his bal
ance, he dropped over backward with
an ugly thud, the broad horn Of the
COW saddle digging into the ground
just where Curlew should have been.
But the red-haired rider was to one
side, waiting. He must have been
quick as light, for l assure you the
play Of the pony was not SLOW Again
and again the bay rose in the air
and repeated the backward fall, Curlew
each time eluding it and each time
swinging in the saddle as the playful
brute came to his feet. It was all
Incredibly rapid, and how the boy
handled his long, loose-jointed legs
Is yet mystery to me. There were
IL OF these backward half-somersaults
in that 90-foot corral, and then the
manoeuvre was over, forming merely
an transformations prelude to the real
tactics of the fight.
With shrill whistle of rage that
brought my heart against my ribs the
bay made several sharp sidelong jumps
and then took to running. Through
the corral gate, across the fiat, up the
steep pitch, and into the town he went
the whole company of interested spec
tators following at their variously best
PAGES. Curlew set him with swaying
ease, the hackamore rope hanging
loose in his hand; he made no attempt
to stop or to guide.
In the midst of the town the run
ended in the inevitable buck, and
thenceforth the fun waxed fast and fu-
rious. We were not mistaken in our
horse; the brute was all his looks in
Dictated and more. The battle only
lasted some IS minutes, but in that
snort space Of time he called into ac-
tive use every resource of equine trick
cry and threw himself into every start
ling contortion that horse anatomy
permits of. He bucked straight and
sideways, and turned and fell, and
reared and kicked, squealing again and
again in that fierce, unholy manner,
till 1t seemed impossible that the
plucky redhaired rider could longer
endure the awful back-wrenching
strain. A fall, too. meant death, for
the horse would have slashed him be-
fore he touched ground or struck with
front feet as he lay. During the first
IL or IA minutes Of the fight that
boys life was not worth the value OF
a cigarette; between rage and fear the
horse was stark mad, and had there
been the sign of an opening would
have leaped headlong into the reputed
inferno half mile below.
AS the moments wore on and his
whole repertoire of strength and STRAIT
ergy was worked through, without in
the least unfixing his rider, the white
eyed pony began to lose heart; 1t was
the first time that any man had been
so tenacious Of grip, and gradually his
leaps became weaker and less vicious.
Then Curlew's quirt and blood-seeking
spurs urged him to more vigorous ef-
forts, but even these could not much
longer sustain the engagement. Drip
ping with blood and sweat, nearly
dead with fatigue, he finally sue
cumbed, and permitted himself to be
guided by the rider at will. A hearty
cheer burst from the crowd, and Cur
lew, rather pale and weak, but ever
smiling, was rapturously dragged from
the saddle and carried into Dillon's,
an inert monument of glory to his
memory and-demonstrative friends.
After the. hero, his worshippers, the
antagonistic party, and all outsiders
had been duly refreshed, which re-
quired some little time, we bent our
selves again to the matter in hand,
and prepared to witness the second
bout of the man against horse battle
There was almost as wide differ
ence of the two riders as between the
bay and the buckskin. The South
Valley champion was much shorter
than Curlew, and better knit. II
had not seen the confusing dexterity
OF the lanky, red-haired boy, should
have esteemed this the likelier man.
His movements were alert and he
showed much experience; in complex
ion almost black, with a bearded and
somewhat sinister face-"Charley Raw
Inns, late av N'Mixico, an bad whin
he's dhrinkin,'" as Dillon catalogued
him.
The buckskin pony remained in his
downcast posture and allowed the
New Mexican to saddle him unresist-
ingly, merely cooking his hairy ears
ono forward and the Ofher no cL-on.1