. Sixty years in Texas. Jackson, Jr., Going to Meeting around a little and then took a straight shoot to-wards Dallas, passing the meeting house on FarmersBranch, and never stopped for services, but keptgoing like the wind, John still holding to the hornof the saddle like that was his only saviour. Thatwas the only thing he had to hold to. The bridlereins were gone. He reached the place near wherethe suburbs of Dallas now stand, and then took agrand circle towards White Rock. John was stillholding as tight as ever Mazeppa did, that was boundto the wild horse, passing people and every object on
. Sixty years in Texas. Jackson, Jr., Going to Meeting around a little and then took a straight shoot to-wards Dallas, passing the meeting house on FarmersBranch, and never stopped for services, but keptgoing like the wind, John still holding to the hornof the saddle like that was his only saviour. Thatwas the only thing he had to hold to. The bridlereins were gone. He reached the place near wherethe suburbs of Dallas now stand, and then took agrand circle towards White Rock. John was stillholding as tight as ever Mazeppa did, that was boundto the wild horse, passing people and every object onthe road like the fleetest race horse, and about twooclock in the afternoon they rounded up near Farm-ers Branch and the pony stopped among a bunch of 30 Sixty Years in Texas. gentle horses, and John dismounted, holding to arope that was around the horses neck, and he ledhim to a neighbors and rested for a few hours, andborrowed a bridle and mounted him again and reach-ed home just before dark, and told us the round the. WILLIAM JACKSON I can ride anything that ever looked through a bridle. pony had taken him, and said he was tired, but saidhis pony had good wind and the best bottom of anyanimal that ever came from Mexico. After John had left Bill was anxious to try pony was thrown down and blindfolded, andthe bridle put on. Bill had an old leather turtle-shell Sixty Years in Texas. 31 looking saddle that they girted on hard and fast,and some of them asked him if he could stick to himwith that saddle, and he replied that he could rideanything that ever looked through a bridle. Billmounted, and the blindfold was taken off, and awaythe pony went like a shot, but did not go far untilhe began to pitch and buck, and Bill and the ponyparted company. Bill went up, up, and the ponywent on. When Bill came down and pulled himselftogether he came back to where the crowd was stand-ing, and asked father if he didnt think he had bettertrade him for something gentle, which he afterwar
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