The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-01-30

| Next morning we lnSpecIeu Ine
carcass more closely and found it
genuine curiosity. The mustang was
nut brown, with hair two inches long
kinked and crumpled by b"rrs and
cacti; his hoofs were wide and cracked
by running over rocks. Judging by
his teeth, he was about fifteen years
old; they were yellow and lined black
as if to crack, and very dull.
"Well, that day we rode eighteen
miles before We caught a glimpse OF
the first bunch of horses, although We
saw hoof tracks in plenty on the sandy
parts of the soil.
"Away in the northwest, toward the
mouth of the Santa Clara, we saw
about forty or fifty mustangs gallop'
ing away like the wind. They had
seen US before we got sight of them
and we're going up wind.
The only thing for us to do was to
mill on 'em. We split, circled around,
travelled about nine miles, and met
again, finally getting down wind OF
them, so We could get closer. We
were within 100 yards before the horses
discovered US, but five of the party
who were in the lead got shots at the
bunch. One horse fell dead as door
nail and three others were brought
down, 50 that we could dispatch them
in short order.
"Two of the dead mustangs had bits
of wool between their teeth. One OF
them had clot OF blood on his hip,
but we never could figure out where
it came from. as there we're no marks,
unless he slipped down on a dead
sheep.
"Well, We found horses-wild ones
twice more and bad much thrilling
excitement. We tried to trail bunch
we had just started, but our mounts
were getting little tagged, and as We
hadn't yet got another glimpse of the
running herd we started homeward.
"Near dark, when We were about to
camp, a brisk breeze was blowing from
the west, and we spied a dozen mus.
tangs browsing on some dry mesquite
not half mile away up wind. We
left our horses and crept up on foot,
with our Winchesters cooked, ready
for shot at the first alarm.
"Bless my soul. this lot of horses
wasn't going TO run. | wished for my
mount in few minutes. One of the
party stumbled on a rock and, we'll
bis gun was discharged and up went
the horses heads; a big stallion snortcd
d. fiance and ran toward us. The
bunch followed. We were pretty
shaky.
"'All fire at oncev cried Hayden
leveling his rife. We did likewise
and as Hayden gave the word we all
pulled.
:One little mare threw up her tail
and ran IF at right angles, but the
bunch kept right on coming at US
madly, with Leads down and thunder.
ing over the rocky soil. We could see
three of them were wounded.
"Click-clack went our rifles, and We
fired again. Two of the leaders fell
and the stallion sprang onto one ot
Haydens herders-a fellow named
Ballou. He was knocked down, but
fortunately the horse didn't tread on
him. The whole bunch was on u.s.
and how we kept from being trampled
to death l can't say. We all escaped
except Harry Jarvis, an Englishmap,
who belonged with the irrigationists,
He was kicked over cactus and
scratched and pricked pretty badly
but is all right now.
1--WE could hear the great yellowisil
teeth Of the horses swapping as they
literally ran over us. The bunch
wheeled IF and started back up wind,
but the ferocious black stallion tried
hard to come down on some of US with
his fore paws
"Ballou brought him to his knees
with a rifle ball He fired while he
lay fiat on his back. The rest of us
we're up and at our guns. In an in
slant the stallion was struggling to
rise, kicking and swapping, fire gleam-
ing in his whitisb eyes.
ut seemed that everybody fired at
once-at close range-and Mr.. Stallion
lay dead.
"That's his tail there. Chicago
Chronicle.
Chimmie-"Don't yer wisht yer wur
old ernough ter be takin' yer CURL ter
de theayter?"
Billie-"Well, I'd like ter be old
ernough ter be earnin' ernough money