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to every corner of the camp, and eventually, 
meeting with no sympathy from any one, made 
a bee-line for the jungle. All we ever found 
of him was part of his trotters, a panther hav¬ 
ing had a rare and unexpected grain-fed 
dinner. The jockey in this weird steeplechase 
was only shaken off as the result of a. most 
awful purler into a nullah—a genuine case of 
the open-ditch terror. 
BRODY’S BUCKJUMPERS. 
“Call them buckjumpers?” said Jim to the 
tall Colonel, six foot or more, as he looked up 
into his face with an assurance that fairly took 
the American’s breath away; "why, they’re only 
fit for schoolboys to ride.” 
Colonel Selby glowered down upon the small 
man, and after showering a choice selection of 
words upon him, said: 
“You’ve been drinking. Guess you won’t 
tackle one of them horses yourself.” 
“Bah!” said Jim. “I’ll tell you what I'll do. 
I’ll back myself for fifty pounds to ride each of 
your buckjumpers in turn and produce a horse 
that no one in your show can stick on for fivt 
minutes.” 
“Where’ll you raise the fifty?” said the 
Colonel. 
“Will you wager?” said Jim. 
“Money down?” said the Colonel. 
“Yes,” said Jim, “and the match to come of 
next Monday.” 
“Done,” said the Colonel. “It’ll be a draw, a 
any rate, I guess.” 
Jim Brody wired to Henry Mace explaining 
what he had done and requesting the owner 0: 
Barraba to post the money for the match. Brod; 
arrived at Barraba twenty-four hours after hi 
wire was delivered and was received in a man 
ner that left no doubt in his own mind that hi 
chums firmly believed he would win the wage 
hands down. 
“Of course it’s Brody’s buckjumper. He’ 
sure to do the trick.” 
This was the exclamation that followed th 
reading of Brody’s wire by Henry Mace. Bu 
there were difficulties in the way. Owing mainl, 
to the persuasive powers of Hasty Jim, Brodyj 
buckjumper had been coaxed to leave the home 
stead, and had duly arrived at the station wher 
he was to be trained to Sydney. The statio; 
having been reached, the limit of the buckjump 
er’s good nature appeared to have gone. Brody' 
buckjumper had never seen a horse-box, and h: 
had many objections to being immured thereii 
He was coaxed and patted and pushed an 
pulled, but he refused to budge from the plaijj 
form. 
“He’ll have to go in,” said Jim. “How’s 
to be done?” 
A consultation was held, the horse meanwhi 
standing cool and collected on the platform. H 
was blindfolded. Then Jim went to his_ hea 
and used persuasive arguments. By dint c 
coaxing of a superior order the horse was ii, 
duced to adventure into the box. Jim had 1 
remain with him. This was imperative, for rJ 
sooner had his owner left than the horse mat 
the sides of the box rattle and creak and groa 
in a manner that betokened speedy dissolutic 
of its timbers. So Jim Brody and his _ bud 
jumper traveled the five hundred odd miles 
Sydney in the same compartment, and the tra 
also bore many of Hasty Jim’s mates and tl' 
boss of Barraba, Henry Mace. 
Sydney was safely reached and Brody’s buc 
jumper actually walked quietly out of his bo 
The horse was put up at Kiss’s Bazaar, and tl 
watchman in charge never forgot that night, i< 
Brody’s buckjumper behaved in a most unhors 
like manner, and during the course of his acr 
batic performances, punched the sides out of I 
loose box. 
“What’s up?” said Brody, as he came into tl 
stable yard next morning and gazed upon tl 
terrified watcher. 
“Take him away!” gasped the man. “He’s t 
’oss, he’s a limb o’ the deil.” 
Jim Brody laughed and said to himself : 
reckon the Wild West won’t hold him to-nighi 
There was a big crowd at Selby’s Show th 
