Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1907-10-06

peach. and she had cost me s1e0 in
cash. 1 didn't count her as trading
stock; my idea was to square myself
with the grandchildren by taking that
little beauty home and giving her TO
them.
One fine morning fiend in human
form came up to my headquarters
driving a big slashing roam that look
ed so good to, me he made my head
ache. He had a splendid gait and he
ca--.ea his head away mn in the air.
and his neck was clothed with thun-
der, and if there had been a valley
he would have paved in II. | don't
like roam horses as a rule, although
they are usually considered good stun;
but l do love horse that lifts its
feet and trots as though II couldn't
do anything else. That is my weak
ness. When l see a nag with high
action l want to own it. and l don't
care much about the expense.
Now the fiend in human form,
whose name was Wolf-and the name
fitted him like the paper on the wall
was a newcomer in that region, and
had already won reputation as be-
ing the smoothest horse dealer in all
the countryside. Very courteously he
invited me to get into his buggy and
watch the curves of his roam wonder.
frankly admitting that he wanted TO
trade with me, as he had dead mate
to my little mare. So / took my place
beside him and before the roam had
gone half a block | was determined to
own it at any cost. Any man who
loves a horse with a big swinging
stride will understand. His head was
always in the air; the further ne went
the more magnificent became his gait
He took US a half mile as fast as
ever rode; drew one long breath, and
that was all. When we returned to
our carryall walked around the
horse, looked at his eyes, teeth and
hoofs, and asked Mr. Wolf how We
could trade.
He said that ne wanted to be gen.
erous; he knew that was an old man
with a family to support, and so he
would only ask me $50 in cash to
make a trade. / wanted that roam so
bad that / reached down into the old
ice cream freezer where | kept my
money and tore off the coupons with
out argument. Then he took by beau
tiful little mare and drove away, and
called up the members of my staff
to show them my roam. We rubbed
the gallant animal down. and then took
him to a neighboring trough to give
him a drink. And he stood by that
trough, and paved, and whinnied, and
shed tears and ducked his head in a
feeble-minded way, and didn't seem
able to get his nose to the water
And it didn't take 'em long to discover
that as a result of some accident the
animal couldn't lower his head at all.
He had TO eat from a high shelf, and
we had to water him with the garden
hose. When he laid down all the
neighbors had TO be called in to help
him up again. 1t was very amusing.
sat there in my carryall and laughed
until the tears rolled down my cheeks
don't recall any man more worthy of
respect than that man Wolf. Every
time | climbed step ladder in order
to feed that horse his grain l simply
had to hold my sides. 1t was too
blamed funny
But you got event."
Coming to think, 1 believe l did.
OF course, l made no fuss about the
horrible sewing up he gave me. When
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delighted with tine roan, and i USED
TO say that there wasn't money
enough to buy him. Mr.. Wolf and /
became such friends that he moved
into my neighborhood, just to be so
ciable. l was occupying house for
awhile then, instead of my carryall,
and Wolf moved into a shack a couple
of hundred yards away.
1T came to pass that came into
the possession of very large, fat
and fine looking bay horse, but it was
a counterfeit. There was something
wrong with his insides, and two or
three times week it would have an
epileptic fit or something. and dozen
men would have to sit on its head
to hold It down. 1t always had its sick
spells at night; when the sentinel
stars set their watch in the sky, as
the poet says. And It was a sad spec
tacle when used to go and borrow a
few neighbors to help control the I'M
fortunate creature, but never borrow
ed. Wolf for that purpose. He wanted
that horse the worst way. He really
had mate for II, and horse trader
always wants to match up his horses.
He used to come over about once a
day and whittle and give me cigars,
and finally fish around to see how I'd
trade that big bay for a driving team
he had ! wanted to trade bad enough
but in my business Il never pays to
be in a hurry.
zone morning before daylight had
a presentment that something was
wrong at the barn, and took a Ian
tern and went forth to investigate.
And l found my fine, large horse lying
dead.
'.And there lay the steed with his
nostrils all wide.
But through them there rolled not the
breath of his pride
Il read that poem somewhere. He
had frVfdanfi~ dlad s.f,- md had