Smoke of the H-F Bar 



to detect the first signs of insubordina- 

 tion in the ranks, and enjoys nothing 

 better than bringing a rebellious sub- 

 ject helpless to his knees with that rope 

 which every member of the devoted 

 band knows only too well and fears. 



I have said the ponies are suspicious. 

 Some of them evidently know the old 

 Greek fable of the Wooden Horse on 

 the plains of Troy. They have a 

 wholesome dread of people displaying 

 an affection which your true bronco be- 

 lieves in his wild heart to be but mere 

 pretense. This I have seen clearly 

 revealed by the expression in the eye of 

 a genuine child of the equine wilder- 

 ness when some animal-loving indivi- 

 dual caressed or petted him. Suspicion 

 in every glance! They know better! 

 Some evil intent, some plot against 

 their comfort, is certainly impending! 

 They are glad when the ordeal is over, 

 and breathe freely once again. 



They may shy unceremoniously at 

 a bit of paper or any little thing seen 



