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would put his head down and gallop towards 

 me in most threatening attitude only to stop 

 within a few feet of me as gentle as could be. 



Princess had also grown to be a fine and 

 gentle animal though not nearly so large as 

 Governor and was the proud possessor of a 

 little half-breed calf. Often I rode about the 

 yard upon her back with Casper near by, while 

 Governor sullenly walked behind or by her 

 side. One afternoon as I climbed upon her 

 back for a ride she seemed to take fright at the 

 flapping of the skirt of my new, bright calico 

 dress against her sides. With a snort she lowered 

 her head and started on a wild gallop toward 

 the canon. Casper mounted a bronco that 

 stood in the yard and rode in hot pursuit. I 

 clung on to Princess's short, woolly fur the best 

 I could and called to her between jolts to stop! 

 She was too frightened to heed me and only 

 seemed to run faster as she plunged forward in 

 frenzied flight. Casper followed close behind 

 and shouted to me to hold on for my life. 

 When Princess reached the canon with one 

 plunge she leaped down its vertical side some 

 fifteen feet below, then climbed up the opposite 

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