The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-08-20

wanted an outing. for one thing. and 1
had heard of some cliff dwellers relics
there that L wanted to look at The
relics didn't turn out TO be much, but
that doesn't matter. It was good
enough vacation and no kick.
But what 1 started out to tell you
about was this bronchO busting bust
ness We Outfitted at Price, with a
mess wagon, team and one saddle
horse. I hired a fellow to drive the
mess wagon and to help around gen
orally. L rode the extra horse myself.
Introduction to Maude.
1T got clear right early in the game
that the real equine character of that
caravan was one OF the work horses.
Her name was Maude. No, we didn't
give it to her. She had it when we
first met her. Maude was considerable
of a study She had craggy outline
generally, pigeon toes, "A blind eye and
scars all over. Maude was in the main
peaceful. All she asked was to be
let alone. but she had her own ideas
about things. We found this out when
we left the wagon and struck out
through the rough country. The driver
piled on to the other workhOrse and
we made a pack horse out of Maude.
She didn't seem to mind that much and
If we'd been more deliberate in our
travelling. we would never have sus-
pected that Maude had a will of her
own
But she stopped on a narrow trail
to rest. / was riding behind and
Maude INSTRUCTED the passage. 1 ex-
hauSted my class vocabulary, but
Maude declined to give any rejOinder
Also she declined to move. Then
began 70 bounce a few rocks off of
Maude. Now. you must understand,
Maude was on a narrow trail with a
cliff on one side of her that I don't be-
lieve any squirrel could climb. About
the time the eighth boulder rambled
against her ribs. Maude opened her
good eye and began to take a little no
tice. She sighted no the face Of that
cliff shook her shoulders a little and
a second later started to climb straight
up II. How she made it I'll never tell
YOU Wouldn't have believed it if I
hadn't seen II myself. But she went
up there. knocking fire out of the rock
with each hoOf. About fifty feet above
the trail there was a little bench with
some grass on il. MaUde camped there
We tried all the rules to get her down
but not for Maude- There she stuck
until she got good and blauked ready
when she struck the trail again and
the procession moved on.
But this amt what I started out to
tell I just threw that in to show YOU
fixed for what's to come.
Broncho Buster "chesty."
Wei, we plugged along without
Lunts COW camp. We threw in with
the bunch there and mingled with good
viii. II didn't taks us long to discover
that the camp had an advanced young
man. He had red hair and an in
growing case Of broncho busting that
stopped out Of his mouth all the time
I knew the breed. He was one of the
kind that ride along looking at their
shadows when they are alone to see
how good they look on a horse Oh
yes. he was one unhappy hereafter Of
n brOnChO buster He admitted il him
self 1t wasn't necessary to tell this
young man anything about riding
horses He knew it all and told what
he knew, so we just sat around and
soaked up horse lore. 1t was all we
could do. He didn't give anybody else
chance to sneak in an idea about
horses.
Naturally. this young mans voice
soon got tiresome and we all went to
sleep on him We woke I'D lust be
fore daylight to find that the horses
had all pulled out. It was Red to go
after them and / went along with him.
All the way out he painted for me
beautiful word pictures of how he had
ridden bad horses until their hair fell
off. ! couldn't help wondering how
this young man had managed to escape
Buffalo BillS show or the medal con-
tests at Denver, but 1 said nothing for
the same reason that I kept quiet the
night befOre-he talked all the time
Pretty presently. we came up to the
horses. I caught the buckskin I had