The St. Louis Republic., 1903-12-13

That was quite true, but had cn at last and
by snubbing them up, sitting on their heads, tying
we got the harness Then called all hands.
lifted the ponies bodily and hooked them hlndfoldcd
to the wagon.
Don gathered up the lines and >I'u, lis teeth.
"Ill aboard for the fving machine" SAID h.. Hop
in. kid-yank the blinkcrs. Dad
Mr. Porter did and ripped the tail board
Something violent happened in front, t" which paid
attention. my business WIS to hold to that tail
board, and knew my business. Then we got under
way. -,
Probably all who read these words have seen milk
shake machine in operation; you know how simple
it s and yet how very sudden. There are no springs
to farm wagon, and the bottom thereof is made OF
good, hard boards. If you are ever snaked across
the prairie in at the rate of hundred miles an
hour, you will understand why thought OF the milk
My teeth banged and clatered in my head: sparks
flew out of my even my scalp seemed to iutter
me like moving picture show operated by a lunatic
asylum. We ripped through the main-hOusc yard.
and Il foam of chickens pigs and sheep marked our
wake. Then the team stopped-at once-no preni-
naries. slipped under the seat, and Don went
board. He was as nimble monkey. though and
managed to scramble to the nigh horses back before
it started to run and buck. Don and fell like
very small boat in terrific chop sea. and well,
sometimes was in the front of the wagon. and other
times in the back but the greater part of the time
| was in the nice fresh air.
In this swung around wheel
and bore down upon the house. MIR. Porter stood
in the doorway ''stay with em. boys he Yelled
"Dont let EN- we knew what for with a
crash up against the door where he had been
Mrs Porter of the back door in just in
time to see us, nicely moving again, take away the
corner of the garden fence
Don't let 'cm get the best of YOU Donny,' howled
Mr.. Porter "Mow the place down, but stay with
'em.'
And Don stayed with em like glue So did l. but
more through instinct than anything else. We hit
buffalo walows and scared through space. ducked
into little sharp coulees and out again quickly that
heads nearly snapped off shoulders I'll bet
know just how looked. In later wears it was my
fortune to behold thin elderly lady lose control
of her wheel steep hill As she shot by me. the
on of her turnedn toes and the rigid despair of her
spread elbows. recalled my feelings in that merry
ride over the boundless Dakota prairie. At last
drew up before the ranch door with pair of sweating
and blowing, but entirely docie horses
"Therc!' said Mr. Porter "The devils out of 'em
for one day. and you won't have bit of trouble
gun in you find a flock of prairie chicken-now,
off with you, and let's you fill the wagon
Wood is in prairie land; you only find little
strips of timber along the streams and the ranchers
On the Written-stOne chose to go afeld before thev
rut the trees their own lands.
lad been shower the night before. and every butte
urned its clean-washed face up to speckless sky.
As far as eye could carry the horizon line stood out
sharp knife edge. A fine, roaring breeze beat the
.rasses into and made you feel alive to the end
If each particular hair.
Beside our road ran an old buffalo trail and this
ed again to talk of that last buffalo. brooding in
oneness the destruction of his empire like Napol-
on at st. Helena. except that he had doctor to
uarrcl with.
Well wouldn't YOU like to get a sight of him. if
e is on earth" persisted
Don admitted that he would: he grew a trihe
Enthusiastic the prospect of taking the beast home
here poetry in Don, if you worked him right
"NO reason why shouldn't him as well as
nybody" ! argued. He doesn't stay in any one
lace"
"Not according to the yarns" said Don. al
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