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he showed a little more of the white of his eyes than 

 I desired to look at. 



The Yorkshireman, who considered himself equal 

 to any rough-rider, mounted, and turned the animal's 

 head from camp ; but as the black did not evince 

 readiness to leave its locality, the rider jogged him 

 with his spurs. Whew ! Buffalo Bill's best buck- 

 jumpers, whether it was Brick Pomeroy or Delirium 

 Tremens, could not have excelled the black in their 

 performances. So friend G rapidly found him- 

 self on his back among the mapani brushwood. 

 However, the would-be purchaser was not to be thus 

 intimidated, so he mounted again. This time he 

 was shot high enough to go over a telegraph wire, 

 so he refused to continue the exciting pastime. 



I chaffed him on the exhibition he had made, so 

 he badgered me to get on my horse. I did so, but 

 did not remain long there. However I thought I 

 would make another try, and postpone dismounting 

 so abruptly ; but my views on the subject I was un- 

 able to carry out. So we both turned into the 

 waggon and tapped a bottle of "square-face." 



Among a hunter's retinue of servants there are 

 certain to be ambitious characters. I had several 

 of that sort with me, so all of this disposition had a 

 try with the black, and the result was the same, save 

 that one nearly broke his neck, and was in conse- 

 quence on the sick list for a week. So this "poker 

 horse," for so I called him, having won him at that 



