ROPING AND RIDING
Jack Danvers' sleep was deep and dreamless during his first night at
the ranch, and when he was awakened next morning by his uncle's call,
he could hardly tell where he was. As he jumped out of bed he saw by
the dim light that came in through the small window that he was in
a little room, furnished only with a bed, a washstand, a chair and
his trunk. From the window he looked out on some level land, a grove
of small trees and beyond them a very high hill, rising sharply and
strewn with great stones. Gradually the drive of the day before and
its incidents came back to his memory, and he knew that he was at
the ranch. He dressed quickly, for he felt that there must be many
strange things to see, and he did not want to miss any of them.
As soon as he had finished dressing, he opened his door and stepped
out into another larger room, in which were chairs, a lounge, a
stove and a good many shelves with books on them. This was the ranch
sitting-room. There was no one here, but somewhere not far off he
could hear the rattle of dishes, and passing through another room,
he found himself in an open door-way looking into the kitchen where
a pleasant-faced young woman was cooking. She smiled at him as she
said, "Good-morning. Did you sleep well? I guess you did, and I don't
believe you remember much about getting here last night, do you? You
were dead tired and were almost asleep while you were eating supper,
and went sound asleep as soon as you were through."
"No, ma'am, I don't remember getting here at all. I remember the
drive and Uncle Will's killing the bear, and the horses and Hugh, but
I don't remember eating supper."
"Well," said Mrs. Carter, "you must be rested by this time, and now
we'll have breakfast pretty soon. Would you rather sit here till it
is ready, or go out doors?"
"I think I'll go out doors and look around, if there is time before
breakfast," said Jack.
"Oh, there's plenty of time," said Mrs. Carter. "You'll hear the horn
when breakfast is ready." So Jack opened the door and went out.
Standing in front of the low grey log-house, he looked down a little
valley, bounded on either side by low hills and soon spreading out
into a wide plain. Very far away on the other side of the plain were
high hills, some of them brown like the near-by prairie, others
white, like chalk. Over these distant hills the sun was just rising,
and all the broad plain was flooded with yellow light. Down on the
prairie not very far from the house some antelope were feeding, and
beyond them on a hillside some cattle. To the left were low log
buildings--stables, Jack supposed--and some high-walled pens. Near
the door of one of the buildings, hens were picking about, and close
to the house three or four of these were quarrelling with a lot of
black-birds over a bone lying on the grass, from which all the meat
had been picked. By one of the pens calves were standing, looking
through the bars, and now and then bawling to the cows that were
being milked within. Behind the house was a high mountain on which
grew pines, and high up on its side a number of small animals were
moving swiftly, and behind them, one a little larger than the rest.
As he looked at these animals they grew larger, and before long Jack
could see that they were horses, and that the last one was a man
on horseback, driving them. They came toward the house very fast
and soon were plainly seen, and a little later the rumble of their
galloping was heard, and they crowded into the corral. The man put
up the bars and rode to the stable and unsaddled. Just after this,
the horn sounded, and Jack saw his uncle, Hugh and two other men come
toward the house, and soon all were seated at breakfast.
After the meal was over, Mr. Sturgis said to his nephew: "Now, Jack,
I am going to ride out to-day to look for some horses, and I am going
to leave you and Hugh here to keep camp. Hugh is going over into the
pasture, and if he has time after he gets back, he will give you some
lessons in shooting. You had better go with him. You can ride Old
Grey for the present, until you begin to feel at home on a horse.
I am going out now to saddle up. Do you want to come down to the
corral?" They walked down toward the big pen into which Jack had seen
the horses driven, but before they got to it a cloud of dust rose
from it, and the horses were seen to be running around in it. Jack
asked:
"What is frightening the horses, Uncle Will?"
"The men are catching up their riding animals," said Mr. Sturgis.
"Run ahead and climb up on the fence, if you want to see them roping."
Jack ran on and clambered up on the top rail, just as another great
cloud of dust rose. He saw the horses all standing, huddled in one
corner of the pen, but one was following one of the men who held
the end of a long rope which was about the horse's neck. Just then
Hugh, carrying some ropes in his hand, came out of the stable, and
unhooking the gate of the pen, went in, hooked the gate behind him,
and walked toward the horses. As he saw Jack on the fence he called
out:
"You've come down to get your horse, have you? Before very long
we'll have you coming in here and catching him for yourself. You'll
have to learn to throw a rope." He walked slowly toward the horses,
and soon some of them started to run around the pen, always keeping
close to the fence. Hugh held the long rope in both hands, the part
in his left hand being in a small coil, while from his right hand a
long loop trailed behind him in the dust. Suddenly he threw his right
hand forward, the large loop flew out and settled over the head of
a small grey horse that was galloping by. The horse stopped short
and turned toward Hugh, who walked away toward the gate of the pen,
gathering up the rope until the horse was quite close to him. He led
the horse through the gate, tied him to the fence outside, and taking
another rope went back into the pen.
"Climb over," he said to Jack, "and come here. You might as well
get used to horses now as any other time." Jack climbed down the
bars into the pen, though it did seem to him as if it were rather
a dangerous place, for he did not feel at all sure that the horses
might not run against and knock him down, and then run over and
trample him to death. They seemed to rush about like a lot of wild
creatures. Just as he got to the ground, and was walking over to
Hugh, the gate opened again and his uncle came in, and he too had a
rope in his hand.
"That's right, my boy," said his uncle. "You can't begin too soon. I
see that Hugh has caught your horse; do you think that you can catch
his?"
"I don't believe he can do it the first time or two, Mr. Sturgis.
We'll have to practise a little on a post first, but I thought he
might as well get down here among the horses," said Hugh. "Now, son,
you watch me close. Notice everything I do, so that you'll remember
next time. Now, you see this rope is lying on the ground. Just watch
how I take it up and hold it."
Jack saw that Hugh took the loop of the rope with his right hand,
and the free end in a small coil in his left hand, holding the end of
the rope pressed against the palm of the hand with his little finger.
"Now, d'ye see," he said, "how I hold it? Your right hand must hold
both the loop and the free rope about a foot and a half from the
hondu--that's the eye the rope runs through. Then it will always keep
open and run free. Always give a twist to the rope as you gather it;
then it won't kink on you. Now, watch my right arm and the loop of
the rope." He moved his right arm a little forward, turning his hand
as he did so, and the loop flew forward and lay spread out open on
the ground just before him. It seemed very easy.
"Now," said Hugh, "I'll catch old Baldy, and we'll be going." He
walked toward the horses and they started to run, and as they
started, he began to swing the rope around his head, and the loop was
partly open. In a moment his hand reached forward, the loop flew out
and settled over three or four horses that were crowded together,
and they all stopped. Then a big bald-faced roan came out of the
group toward Hugh, and sure enough the rope was about his neck. Hugh
started toward the corral gate, leading the horse, and Jack was just
going to follow, when the horses started again, and, turning, he saw
his uncle swinging his rope, and in a moment he had his horse, and
they all went out of the corral together. The gate was left open so
that the horses that were not needed might go out on the prairie
again.
The two horses were led up to the stable door, and there Hugh dropped
the ropes on the ground, leaving them standing there, not tied to
anything. As he entered the door he said to Jack:
"Come in, son, and I'll show you your saddle and bridle and blanket.
You know every man here has his own saddle, and no one ever uses
it except the man that owns it. Your saddle is here, and you ought
always to hang it on its peg, and hang bridle, blanket and rope over
it, so that they won't get dirty or be gnawed by anything, and so
you'll always know where they are. You see, if you lose your things
you'll have to go without any. No one'll lend you theirs. Now, the
first thing you've got to learn is how to saddle your horse. I'll
saddle old Baldy first, and you watch me close and try to see what
I do. You see," he said, as he took down from a peg a great saddle
with a high horn and big wooden stirrups, "these saddles that we use
out here are different from the little flat things that they ride
in the States. I saw one of them once. An Englishman had it, and it
was queer for a fact. I thought the man would slip off it every time
the horse gave a jump, but he didn't. He stuck to it good. Only he
got all raw after he'd been riding it a month or two. Now, these
saddles are hard, made of wood and leather, so we have to put plenty
of blanket under 'em to keep the horse's back from getting sore. You
see, this blanket is folded so that it's just a little longer and a
little wider than the saddle. There's about three or four inches in
front of the saddle, and three or four behind. Now I throw it on old
Baldy, so that the front edge comes just about where the mane ends on
the withers, and then I pass my hand all over it to see that there
ain't any wrinkles in the folds. If wrinkles are there they're liable
to press on the horse's back and make it sore. When it's all smooth,
the saddle goes on like this," and grasping the heavy saddle by its
horn he swung it over the horse's back, so that stirrups and cinches
swung clear, and the saddle fell in its place. "Now, these cinches,
you see, come up to meet the latigo straps on this side. You reach
under the horse's chest and get hold of the forward cinch first, slip
the latigo through the ring, and then through the saddle ring, and
again through the cinch ring and saddle ring, and then pull, until
the cinch is tight, so, and tie the strap like that. The flank cinch
you don't pull so tight; if you pull on that too much, it is liable
to make your horse buck. Now, the bridle; always leave your reins
hanging down over the head when you get off, and then your horse
won't move.
"Now, I'll saddle up your horse. I guess you'll find those stirrups
about right. I fixed 'em for you last night when you was in bed.
I'll tie up your rope here to these strings. You won't need it with
Old Grey. He won't run away, even if you do get off and go and leave
him." Then he saddled the grey with Jack's saddle.
"Now, let's see you mount. Here, stand by your horse's left shoulder
and gather up your reins in your left hand. Now, catch hold of the
mane with the same hand. Now, face a little toward the saddle and
take the stirrup in your right hand, turn it so that the open end
is toward you, and put your left foot in it. Now, take hold of the
horn and pull yourself up from the ground. Go ahead, you won't fall;
that's it; now, put your leg over, and there you are. After two or
three times you'll be all right."
As he spoke thus, Hugh stepped into his own saddle and, stooping,
began to gather up his rope which was still on the ground, and then
lifting his bridle rein, his horse started to walk toward the house.
Jack sat on his horse, feeling a little queer and wondering what
he should do when his horse began to move. But it did not move; it
stood there with its head hanging down as if asleep. In a moment Hugh
looked around and called out, "Come on, son, lift your bridle rein
and put your heel against his side and he'll start." Jack did this,
and his horse seemed to wake up, and moved on.
As they rode on, side by side, Hugh explained to Jack which hand he
should hold his reins in, how to guide his horse, by moving his hand
to the left or to the right, so that the reins would press on the
side of the neck away from that toward which he wished to turn, and
how to hold on to his horse with his legs. He told him a good deal
about riding and roping and handling horses and cattle, but much of
it Jack hardly understood, and perhaps Hugh thought of this, for in
a little while he began to point out the different hills and stream
valleys, and to tell Jack the name of each. He showed him the points
of the compass, and explained to him how to guess the direction by
the position of the sun in the sky.
They were riding along the foot of the mountain, and crossing little
valleys with steep ridges between. Down each valley ran a foaming
brook and on each ridge grew sage-brush, and among the sage-brush
were many great rocks, most of them smoothed and polished. A little
way off, these big stones sometimes looked like animals lying down.
"We're going over to look at some cows that we've been keeping in
this pasture all winter," said Hugh, as they rode up one of the
hillsides. "They're right tame and we can ride right in among them.
They're beginning to have their calves now, and I like to go over
every day and look at 'em, to try to keep 'em together. There's lots
of coyotes around, and they take a calf now and then, if they can get
it and its mother away from the bunch. I put some baits out the last
heavy snow we had, and got five of 'em, and the next snow that comes
I'll put out some more. They're getting pretty smart though, and
don't take poison like they used to in old times."
"How do you manage to poison them, Hugh?" asked Jack. Hugh did not
answer, but pointed across a valley to a bit of hillside that had
just come in view, and said, "There's a bunch of coyotes now trying
to get a calf. Come on." And without a word more he galloped away.
Jack had just time to see that he was riding toward an animal about
which a lot of smaller animals were dancing, when suddenly old Grey
threw up his head and began to gallop after Hugh, and for a few
minutes Jack had all he could do to keep from falling off his horse,
as it wound in and out among the rocks and the sage-brush. It seemed
pretty rough riding, and he had an awful pain in his side, but pretty
soon his horse stopped galloping and began to walk, and he saw that
he was near Hugh, who was sitting on his horse, looking at a cow,
close by which stood a little tottering calf. The cow seemed angry
and shook her head as if she would like to charge on the horses.
"Look at that fool of a critter," said the old man, "she left the
bunch and came near losing her calf by coyotes, and now she wants
to fight us for driving them off. I always did say that cows had no
sense."
"Were those coyotes that were running around? I could not see very
well, because old Grey was going so fast, and I had a hard time to
keep from falling off," said Jack.
"Well, well, you'll have to learn to stick on to your horse. I forgot
that you wan't used to riding. We'll sure have to practise riding,"
said Hugh. "Now, let's drive this heifer over to the bunch. She's in
big luck that she didn't lose that calf, young as it is."
"I thought coyotes were little animals, and I should think that a
big cow could keep them away, and that all the calf would have to do
would be to stay close to its mother."
"That would be all right, son, if the cow and calf had just a little
bit of sense, but you see that's just what they ain't got. The
coyotes get around them, and first one and then another makes a dash
at the cow and tries to make her mad, or to scare her calf away from
her. If the calf leaves its mother only a little way it gets a bite,
and if the cow gets mad and begins to chase the coyotes, very likely
the calf gets left behind, and may be gets two or three bites, or
even gets pulled down. The only safe place for a calf is right close
by its mother's side. Now, I believe that cow has quieted down, so
that we can start her toward the bunch. You stop here till I see."
Hugh rode toward the cow, calling at her, and after a moment she
turned and walked away from him, the calf staggering at her side.
"Come on," called Hugh. "She'll go all right now."
They rode on behind the cow for a mile or two, and then, after
crossing a ridge, saw down in the flat before them more than a
hundred cows and calves. They rode down among them, when the cow that
they had been driving stopped, and then after Hugh had looked at some
of the animals, he said, "Now, I am going up there where there's a
warm spot to smoke. After that, we'll go back to the house."
A little way up the valley was a clump of trees, and near these the
two stopped, dismounted, and threw down their reins and sat down,
while the horses fed near by.