Identifier: outing51newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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It was a pretty race. The cattle raneasily enough, with long, springy jumpsthat carried them over the ground fasterthan appearances would lead one to be-lieve. The cow-pony, his nose stretchedout, his ears slanted, his eyes snapping withjoy of the chase, flew fairly belly toearth. The rider sat slightly forward,with the cowboys loose seat. A whirl ofdust, strangely insignificant against theimmensity of a desert morning, rose fromthe flying group. Now they disappearedin a ravine, only to scramble out againthe next instant, pace undiminished. Therider merely rose slightly and threw up hiselbows to relieve the jar of the rough gulley.At first the cattle seemed to hold theirown, but soon the horse began to gain. Ina short time he had come abreast of theleading animal. The latter stopped shortwith a snort, dodged back, and set out atright angles to his former course. Froma dead run the pony came to a stand in twofierce plunges, doubled back like a shot,and was off on the other tack. An un-
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Hold hard along the river banks.. Drawing by J. N. Marchand, 5° The Outing Magazine accustomed rider would here have lost hisseat. The second dash was short. With afinal shake of the head, the steers turned tothe proper course in the direction of theranch. The pony dropped unconcernedlyto the shuffling jog of habitual progression. Far away stretched the arc of our cordon.The most distant rider was a speck, andthe cattle ahead of him were like maggotsendowed with a smooth, swift, onwardmotion. As yet the herd had not takenform; it was still too widely scattered.Its units, in the shape of small bunchesmomently grew in numbers. The distantplains were crawling and alive with minutecreatures making toward a common, tinycenter. Immediately in our front the cattle atfirst behaved very well. Then far downthe long gentle slope I saw a break for theupper valley. The mannikin that repre-sented Homer at once became even smalleras it departed in pursuit. The cattlemanmoved down to cover Homers te

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