The Forrest City times., 1909-10-15


 the tangled mane with his gloved hand in his satisfaction at the speed his broncho had shown, Pink trotted care lessly into the gloom of the canon and eniiyened il by yelling fiercely in the spots where long experience in yell ing had proved 10 him the best echoes came back from the towering cliffs close to each stirrup. The canon was almost two miles long, and the walls on either side rose sheer for couple Of hundred feet The trail was the bed of a little stream that filled tie bottom of the narrow gulch with it's shalloRs and which was dignitied by being called the Rio Seco. Great rocks were carelessly scattered hero and there and even a COW puncher camped at it's entrance if he was caught there by darkness At the far end the gulch broadened into valley between rolling hills. where the cattle came down to drink and to feed on the green grass, a wonderful sight in Arizona
 The pony, splashing quickly through the shallows and clattering over the rocks. had passed deep within the two great walls when suddenly it stopped and trembled IL half-wheeled around. thrust forward both ears. stretched out it's ungainly neck as If lste ming, , and then squealed in evident terror Wheeling around again. it started down the canon on q bolt, but Pink gave the cruel bit a great jerk. and the pony fell back to walk \ mo ment later the broncho was lathered with sweat
 Now, Pink had frequently heard his pony squeal with rage. but this was different. A pure case Of scared, he said to himself. an no Walleyed ! pinto COW pony is going to git scared less there's something to be scared at that's big an important an needin' attention So he pulled up his trembling pony and listened Far away and sullen, like q low growl be heard an unceasing noise, which, even in the seconds he listened, grew om. inously distinct
 Good God said Pink Murry, look ing despairingly at the cliffs that tow cred sheer close to either stirruo.
 It aint much Of race.track, pinto. i but We've certainly got a race to dc.
 The pinto did not need the spur. but he got it. He did not need the ! qulrt. but he got that too The rush and the roar Of the cloud burst and the feroeious din of many waters piled m one, looming and swashing as il ! tore through the canon at their heels made that pony run like a Derby win. her gone stark mad with fear. In the saddle sat a pale freekled-faced COW boy, riding in grim earnestness at last With cool skill he swung the maddened horse around iutting corn CTS of the cliffs and lifted him as he leaped over the boulders in his path nder the flying hoofs an inch of wa. ter flowed placidly A hundred yards behind ten feet Of water tossed about boulders like pebbles So horse and l rider tore out of the canon at last ana staggered up the slope of the hills r. safety, having come through the last half of the Seco Canon in three min u'es, which Hefmosa says is a lie
 All about him. on the crest of the hlll, cattle paved and beloved and ran about tossing both head and tail straight in the air. the cows with calves hustling the youngsters down the far side of the ridge Pink turned quickly in his saddle and looked back great wall of logs and branches and sticks and rocks and leaves. the ac. eahaiatlons of the mountain bed of the Seeo for many dry months, was Delng swiftly and mysterionsly mashed through the canon Ten feet high was in the canon. but when if hnrot Tree Into the broader valley, it broke and spread out somewhat. Behind i, Ioared the pentup waters dark and swollen with anger Like nightmare the Hood swept by Pink and the pant. ing pony, swept by and swirled and churned itself, as if reaching hack af, CT him. Boulders grumbled as thev were rolled about in it's depths. and logs shot by like arrows. The noise oi l1s fury deafened him and the in. credible swiftness with which if s"irled past made him dizzy The big sheetiron roof of Boiaraue's ranch house, borne on the angry waters like roof of cork. fitted by him like tba Pickering of a shadow on river Tho "hitefaced cowboy watched + oriro ly for half an hour, while his horsa stood under him with spreading laes and heaying sides. e'
 Al length the pony stretched ont h,s neck and began to nibble grass The w-boy swung around in his saddle and picked up the reins
 Its lucky for me you beat ont ,na, water, old hoss, for how could swim with all the silver of Hermosa in nav chaps?3 said Pink Murry geniaIly
 Old Scottish Words.
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