The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-10-04

pretty as that of Cream, the would-be
murderer. When 1 asked about Pixy' s
gait they told me it was a smooth,
easy lope that would give me great
pleasure; and I could look at the
scenery while we loped. Pkg appeared
! to be a golden-rule sort of animal, so
! 1 did not worry.
| look the Lyons road, which climbs
from the ranch houses into a pine
forest extending almost to the top OF
the pass. 1 had just entered the woods
and was letting Pixy trot sedately
along, when there was fuss OF horse
feet behind me. Up, in a jiffy, rode
one of the cowboys of the outfit, Civ
J ing a real merry yell as he passed me
at a gallop and shot forward into the
green archway.
To Pixy this was evidently a chal-
| lenge She could not ignore, and with
out any preliminary gradations of
speed she jumped into a frantic run.
I could feel the little mares belly set
ting down toward the ground as her
forelegs reached for speed The road
I was clustered with stumps and rocks;
limbs clutched at my face as we fled:
curves and sharp declivities made the
mare lurch and roll like a revenue
cutter in a heavy swell.
I was much alarmed. I yelled
''Whoa!" 1 pulled on the bit I flop
ped from side to side and from neck
70 haunch rejecting Historically on
which way I'd better try to fall. My
hat-a new and ornate sombrero
bought extravagant1y in Denver on
my way up-instead of assisting me to
ride, flew off, and 1 was swiftly disin-
tegrating when Pixy. having seen the
other horse at a walk some little dis
lance ahead, suddenly stopped and
stood, while Il disenga ged my right
hand from her forelock and my left
from the tangled reins.
I dismounted and walk around to
have a look at the beasts eye. And
then-would you believe it?-Pixy
thrust her nose forward rubbed it
playfully up and down my coat-look-
ing, suppose, for sugar. At the
barn that evening the men express
sed elaborate surprise that I didn't
know what Pixy was.
She's a race horse-cross between an
English thoroughbred and a broncho.
See them legs? She can outrun any
thing in the park
And from the depths of the barn, as
/ moved away in some chargin. there
came sound of hoarse cack1ing; and I
was sure it was no hens
There was one tenderfoot. though.
who turned the tables on the whole
barn crowd and showed them something
new in broncho busting. He was a
husky lad from somewhere in Ohio, who
had come for weeks fishing in the
Thompson. and spent considerable time
idling about the corraIs.
One evening Mig went wrong over
something-Nig, the most sedate thing
that ever waddled on four legs. No
broncho forgets that he is a broncho;
and even in old age the outlaw spirit
occasionally flares up. 1t would have
been funny to see Mig doing burlesque
stunts. if it had not been for the girl
who was on his back. She was badly
frightened, and when the small, black
chunk of a horse came galloping toward
the barn, her screams brought the barn
man and two helpers out on the run.
stop him. you fellowsi'' shouted the
barn man. Get him quickl'
The young man from Ohio was ahead
of them all, running to meet the bron-
cho. They came together at a good,
fair place in the open road; and then
hhe watchers saw queer tnlnS happen.
The man paid no heed to the Topping
bride, but jumped for the horses neck
Just how it was done we could not quite
see, so sudden was it; but in second
they We're all on the grounding and
the Ohioan tangled up together, and the
girl atop the heap gasping and clutch
ing for her skirts.
Mig was up quickly, the most sur
prised horse that ever went loco. stand
ing quitely while the young man from
the East patted his neck consolingIy. :
What kind of business do you call