

BREAKING THE PINTO. 



Pictures by A. PRICE TOWNSEND, 

 Administrative Asst., Grazing District No. 1, Missoula, Montana. 



Words by W. G. CORBITT, '18. 



Open that old corral, boys, and bring the cayuse out, 



For here's a call from the Ranger who wants a packhorse stout. 



Bring on the ropes and blankets; get me a saddle too; 



This pinto's going to be broken, and you've got to help me thru. 



Just cast your noose o'er his forelegs; that'll bring him down with a jerk, 

 And before the wild beast knows it he'll be learning how to work. 



Throw on the blankets and saddle, cinch up the girth till he groans, 

 For after he once gets started, may the Saints look after his bones. 



Lash on the pack of canvas, using the diamond hitch; 



Then tie him up to the hurdle and let him lunge and pitch. 



Watch out for his offside kicking, as over and under he shoots; 

 For he does more fancy stepping than a dancer in tango boots. 



Rip off that canvas casing; remove the snow-white shroud; 



A horse that's exhausted and smothered no longer can be proud. 



Unfasten that roll of tenting; put on a case of "Pork an'," 



For the horse is completely broken; henceforth he's a servant of man. 



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