CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. lOI 



much for the great horseman, and he went 

 over the horse's head, with his arms, legs and 

 lingers spread out for something to get hold 

 of. As he went over, the seat of his pants 

 caught on the horn of the saddle, and he left 

 it behind him. He struck the ground on 

 his all-fours, and, looking for the horse 

 to be right on him, scrambled off on 

 his hands and knees as fast as he could 

 with that part of him, which, in a beef, 

 is called the best steak, shining like a 

 porcelain door-knob. He crawled along in 

 this way for some distance, when finally he 

 ventured to look back, and, seeing that the 

 horse was not after him, he raised to his feet, 

 and, gathering the back part of his pants in 

 both hands, slunk away. It is hardly necessary 

 to state that he did not come back to see the 

 girls who saw him ride any more. He called 

 on me the next morning and asked for his pay, 

 and said he was going to leave the country, 

 as he would never here the last of his ride if 

 he stayed, and could never look into the faces 



