The states-graphic. (Brownsville, Tenn.) 1???-1984, 1918-05-03

he cIanking spur and bit as he swings
;bng with easy lope or perhaps a
Nyowing grit"
I want to tell you Of my horse; !
l led him Smoky Jim--a coal-black,
kn-eyed, rangy mount, well muscled,
kng, yet slim, without single ounce
r{waste from his nostrils to his tail. !
Fer called on Jim for strength Of
BED without avail. We lived togeth-
day and night, fair weather, rain or
prm; in summer heat or winters
orm, our comradeship was warm. 1
pt his glossy satin coat as clean as
RHould be. His back had not one sim
saddle scald or mark that you could
t. When on the trail that wound
About the canyons rugged rim or
Aasm deep, all boulder strewn, left
al to Jim, for well | knew his nim-
feet, his calm and. fearless eye
isfe better than my guiding hand.
~ had proved the reason why. To-
Eher we have scaled the hGghts
we the hazy clouds and looked down
{ IN the valleys with their floating,
vAty shrouds; have drunk together
ON some pool formed by mountain
~ or dozed and slept in MONDAY heat
III up some shady hill One day
Hhile holding cattle as they came in
traggling bands from the higher
L fountain ranges to the lower mesa
ends, two wild bulls with lowered
aSnces, cleaning eyes and bated
breath met in battle fierce-terrific,
that was ended but in death.
Crash on crash was quickly given
by each mighty, massive head, horn to
horn locked in a struggle till each
horn was cory red-circling, pushing,
paving, charging in their bellowings
oAhate, while around in dust of battle
kopd the herd to learn its fate.
.ook out; they're down upon us"
80, they have turned the other
way. See the cows and yearlings
stampede 10 escape the maddened fray.
But when once the victor conquers,
has his blood blind foeman sped, woe
to any man or beast before that charg-
ing, yanquished head. 1t has happen
ehsee ! The victor has his wide, out
kbfeading horns buried in his hated
rival, who scorns all thought of quar-
ter Look An avalanche of terror
sweeps to where, with jibe and joke,
d bunch of cowboys sit at ease indulg-
ing in smoke. 1t burst upon them
like bolt from out the summer sky.
"Quidado Torros!" yells a voice.
and men and horses fly. "Too late!
My God, the beasts have struck" And
with a sickening sound, mid dust and
laundering Of hoofs, we are hurled
along the ground.
1t seemed as if thousand bells were
ringing in my ears, and / was tram
pied under foot by thousand madden.
ed steers. felt myself in endles;
space, inwrapped in cooling clouds
then falling swiftly through awful
void | tried to shrek aloud.
Amid the deafening roars about my
head | heard a cowboy say: "That''
tough on Lon; his Smoky Jim has
worked his last today" And then
heard forty-fye" speak out righr
Ai a ARSe ys SIN R sRsE Se sRi
DTIYse cruel horns had rent and tori
thd vitals of poor Jim. knew tn,
worst; that shot had said there wal
no help for him. For such is cowboy
| sympathy; for all they seem so wild
their hearts are touched by suffering
in their grief they're as a child.
/ could not realize the truth; it daz
ed and my Keeling brain. Should / no
hear his welcome neigh or stroke hi.
sides again? not feel his throbbing
pulsing heart, his heated, fragrant
breath? No, truest friend, leave yol
here to solitude and death!
III ever cowboy loved a horse anC
horse has loved a man, then Jim and
were pals indeed since first our worl
begdn And on the higher ranges
green that we all hope to see. l know
I'll And my faithful jim. He's wait
ing there for me.-Lou E. Cole, il
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