The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1938-05-26

stones and gravel in a way that struck terror into my heart. The teach.
I'VE called and screamed to mother, pleading with her to let go Of
the lines. but all our screaming "a useless, for mother W a in an IN.
conscious condition, cinging to those reins with a death grip while the
horse dragged her along
And, for half a mile. mother dragged along beside the reeing wagon.
and the teacher sat paralyzed with fear, trying to hang on to the swaying.
Keeling buggy.
Mary says that buggy was running on two wheels a good part of the
time. And at other times it seemed to be flying through the air, with
nothing under the wheels at all
Several me along the road had tried to stop the horse. but
couldn't do anything with TIE crazed animal. At last, at the end
Of half a mile mothers hands loosened o N the rens and
the lines we're free. They got between the horses front legs, and
that only served to brighten the poor animal more.
Still the Keeling, careening carriage flew n. They had covered
more than a mile, and now they were within a short distance of a
narrow cuvert, just outside of the business section of La Sale. There
were pillars on either side of ii, and it would be a miracle if the crazed
horse got through that cranped space without wrecking the buggy.
The teacher was the first one to think of that culvert. She screamed
to Mary that if the horse couldn't be stopped before they reached it
they would both be killed. .- $50 49,
And with her voice still ringing in my ears" says Mary, "she rose
to her feet stood on them for a moment IN the swaying floor Of the buggy
and jumped! l shut my eyes as heard her body hit the road, and thought
that surely she must have been killed. ~~, = = " -
Desperate Climb to the Horses Back. -&..
And now, Mary was left alone in that speeding buggy. She knew that,
somehow. she had to get hold of those rens that were dragging down
there beneath the horses feet Just a little way ahead, now, was the
tain to crash into something in the business district two blocks beyond.
So, while the buggy reeed and swayed, Mary began climbing over the
dashboard, onto the horses back.
IT was a desperate chance. Time and again Mary almost lost
her hold in that precarious trip. The horse was slippery with
foam and persprauon, and only by bracing her feet against the
shaft did she manage to keep from being thrown into the road.
Il reached the horses head she says, land the feel Of my body o n
her seemed to brighten her all the more, and make her go faster than
ever. But l got the lines rom between lie legs and started lnching my
way back to the buggy.
Il pulled and jerked at the reIns until brought the horse to a
halt" she says, and it stopped just a few feet in front of the dreaded
culvert. A boy ran up to hold the animal. and l left the buggy and an into
town to get a doctor for mother. She "a still unconscious when they
brought her in, and to this day she carries on the right side Of her face,
the terrible marks of that horrfyng experience"
Mary says she's glad the horse and buggy days are over because
weI-she wouldn't want any OF her children to have such an experience.
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