BRONCHO KEEPS GIRL FROM COMPLETING
'But I'll Finish Next Year," She Says, "and I'll Ride
That Same Bucking Horse, Too"
ADVENTURES OF MR. MOUSE
i BY BETTY THORPE
Kalispeli, Mont., Jan. 14. When I
left Spokane to make my horseback
ride alone to Chicago, in the same
fashion as the pioneers of early days,
I determined that whatever success I
might have should be won independ
ent of anyone else.
And I have failed temporarily. I
presume I was too confident and
there were hardships connected with'
the trip that one doesn't see until
brought face to fade with them.
Nevertheless I think I would have
gone through all right, despite the
lateness of the season, had it not
been for an accident. I tried to ride
a strange horse and was thrown.
The accident caused an injury to my
back which prevents my riding for
I had a fine trip through Montana.
There has not been so much game in
years. I saw four deer at one time.
One night I came to a lake and rode
to the bank to give my horse a drink.
My dog walked out to the edge and
the ground appeared solid. But my
horse sank beneath me and I thought
I was done for. I jumped from the
saddle and finally we both managed
to get back to solid earth.
At Haskell Pass there is an aban
doned railway tunnel. It is about a
quarter of a mile long. I could just
see the light at the other end. My
horse fought against going in, but I
insisted. There was two or three feet .
of water in the center and how my
dog got through I don't know I was
too busy with my horse.
I am still determined to -make the
trip, but will now have to postpone
going on until spring.
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