. Sixty years in Texas. to break up the prairie, andthree dollars per acre was the price offered. Myfather rigged up a large team for the boys, and setthem to work breaking prairie to earn money to buytheir horses, and they soon had the money in hand. There was a large herd of Spanish ponies freshfrom Mexico in the neighborhood, and the boys de-cided to buy a couple and break them to ride. Theyselected two very pretty looking ones, and the Mex- Sixty Years in Texas. 29 ican herders threw the lasso over their heads andthrew them down and put halters on them, and theboys staked them out and kept
. Sixty years in Texas. to break up the prairie, andthree dollars per acre was the price offered. Myfather rigged up a large team for the boys, and setthem to work breaking prairie to earn money to buytheir horses, and they soon had the money in hand. There was a large herd of Spanish ponies freshfrom Mexico in the neighborhood, and the boys de-cided to buy a couple and break them to ride. Theyselected two very pretty looking ones, and the Mex- Sixty Years in Texas. 29 ican herders threw the lasso over their heads andthrew them down and put halters on them, and theboys staked them out and kept them a few weeks andbroke them to lead, and one Sunday morning theydecided to ride them to meeting. The Mexican herd-ers were to help them to put the saddles and bridleson. The ponies were thrown down and blindfolded,and the bridles put on, and then saddled. John, myoldest brother, got on his first, and the blindfold wastaken off, and the pony went like a shot, John hold-ing to the horn of the saddle. The pony circled. John 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 dar
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