GOING TO EPSOM DOWNS.
The next morning early the young couples started for Epsom Downs.
Browning had engaged a carriage to take them, and they started a little
after daylight. Early as it was, the procession which annually empties
London to witness the great race was in motion. There had been a slight
shower the previous evening; every bit of herbage was fresh and
beautiful; the day was perfect and the ride delicious. When part of the
distance had been traveled, Browning, looking back, said: "Grace, I
believe I see your destiny coming."
"In what form?" asked Grace, laughing.
"In a typical cowboy," said her foster brother.
Then all looked, and sure enough there, two hundred yards away, was the
broad hat, the nameless grace, the erect form, the man straight as a line
from his head to his stirrups, the Mexican saddle, the woven-hair bridle
with Spanish bit; all complete except the horse. That was not a steed of
the plains, but a magnificent hunter. The girls clapped their hands in
delight, and Grace wished he would "hurry up," so that they might get a
nearer view.
Just then a cry arose in the rear, and a horse attached to a broken
vehicle was seen coming, running away in the very desperation of fear.
The carriage was driven to the side of the road, and both men sprang out.
A dense crowd of vehicles, many of them containing women and children,
were just in front, and the thought of that mad horse dashing among them
was sickening. But Sedgwick cried out: "Look, ladies, quick!"
What they saw was the hunter under a dead run, his rider urging him on
apparently, and working something in his right hand. The harnessed horse
was a good one, but the hunter was gaining upon him, and just as the mad
runaway was almost opposite the ladies, the right arm of the rider of the
hunter made a quick curve, the looped end of a rope darted out like a
bird of prey from the hand; the loop went over the runaway's head; the
hunter was brought almost to a dead stop; the other animal went up into
the air, then fell to his knees, then over on his side. Sedgwick and
Browning sprang to him, unfastened him from the wreck, got the reins and
secured his head, then took off the lariat, let him up, and tied him to
the hedge by the roadside.
Browning first turned to the stranger who was coiling up his lariat on
the saddle's horn, and said: "That was a good morning's work, my friend;
had that mad horse crashed into the vehicles ahead, he would have killed
some one."
"I wur afeerd of that, stranger, and that's what made me think he orter
be stopped," said the horseman.
Sedgwick wheeled quickly round when he heard the man's voice, and,
looking up, cried: "Hello, Jordan, how did you leave the boys on the
Brazos?"
The man gave one look; then, springing from his horse, he rushed to
Sedgwick, and throwing both arms around him broke out with: "Why, Jim;
bless my broad-horned heart, but I'm glad ter see yo'! How in kingdom cum
did yo' get heah?" Then he caught both his hands and wrung them, all the
time exclaiming: "Blame me, but I'm glad. This is the fust luck I've had
in the Kingdom. Jim, is it sho nuff you?" And he danced like a lunatic.
And Sedgwick, if not quite so demonstrative, was quite as much rejoiced.
When they quieted down a little, Sedgwick said: "Jordan, I have some
friends here whom I want to present to you."
His face sobered in a moment. "I forgot, Jim," he said, "thet any one war
heah savin' ourselves. They must think us two 'scaped lunertics."
"That's all right, Jordan," said Sedgwick, and he formally presented his
friend to the ladies and to Browning.
The ladies told him how grateful they were that he was near to prevent
any damage by the fleeing horse, and how glad they were to see the actual
picture of how a wild horse is caught.
Jordan blushed like a girl. "It war nothin', ladies," he said; "only it
seemed like it war necessawy sunthin' should be done, and right soon. So
I interfeerd as well's I could."
"Where the mischief did you get that rig, Jordan?" asked Sedgwick.
"I brung it with me from ther old ranch; that is, all but the hoss. I
didn't know but I mighter want ter ride, and I knowd I couldn't sit an
English saddle a minit."
"And why did you come away, Jordan?" asked Sedgwick.
His face saddened for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "I got tired
of ranchin', sold out; but why I come here I've no idee, 'cept it might
o' been to stop that thar hoss."
"It was a good idea, anyway, and we are all glad you came," said Rose.
"We started to see the great race, and we have seen a greater one," and
she smiled as she spoke, until the dark man again colored and said:
"Indeed, Miss, it war nothin'."
But the procession grew denser every moment; so Jordan mounted his horse
again and rode beside the carriage, and a running conversation was kept
up all the way to the great race track.
Jordan was exceedingly interested in the colts as they were brought upon
the track.
"They is thoroughbreds, shore. They is beauties," he kept exclaiming; and
as they were stripped for the race, he picked out the one he thought
ought to win, and offered to wager hats with Sedgwick and Browning and
gloves with the ladies that his favorite would win.
And the colt he set his heart upon came near winning; he was third among
the eighteen starters, and to the last Jordan insisted that he would have
won if he had been well ridden.
"He orter won," Jordan said. "The trouble war, his jockey lacks two
things; he don't understand hoss character, 'nd he lacks pluck. He never
interested ther colt in him, never rubbed his nose and whispered inter
his ear thet his heart would be broke if ther colt didn't win; so ther
colt only ran ter please hisself 'nd never thought o' pleasin' his rider.
Then, from the fust, ther rider believed he wouldn't be nearer nor third,
'nd ter do anything a man's got ter believe he ken make it. Menny a grand
hoss's repertation has ben ruined by ther fool man as has hed him in
charge, and this war ther case ter-day."
Then he was absorbed in thought for a moment, then went on again as
though he had not ceased: "It wer ther same with men. Ez often ez ever
ther best men don't win ther prize; meny er blood man hez been distanced
by er mustang."
The race over, they all had dinner together, and with beautiful tact the
ladies kept Jordan talking most of the time, and enjoyed his quaint
sayings exceedingly.
He had been three months from the United States; had made one trip to
Scotland, one to Wales, one to Paris, and his impressions of the
different points and the people he had seen were most vivid and unique.
His talk ran a little in this vein: "Yo' see, up in ther Highlands, I
looked fur the lakes and mountains that yo' read to us about, Jim. There
is some fine lakes, but mountains! sho, we can beat 'em in America, all
holler. And ez to broad rivers, why, ther Mississippi cud take um all in,
and wouldn't know she had a reinforcement; while pour 'um into ther
Colorado gorge and they'd be spray afore they reached ther bottom. I
looked for ther pituresk Highland heroes in ther tartans and with ther
bag-pipes; but they tho't, I reckon, that I war James Fitz, and wur all
ambushed. But I did see some pretty girls thar, 'an some powerful fine
black cattle. They war fine--good for twelve hundred pounds neat.
"The blamd'st thing I seen war in Wales. I didn't see that, but hearn.
That war the language. It's a jor-breaker, if you har me. I don't see how
the children up thar learn it so blam'd young.
"Paris is a grand place, a genuine daisy; but I believe it is wickeder'n
Santa Fe wuz when the rush war to New Mexico."
Grace explained to Jordan that they were going down to Sussex to visit
some relatives of Rose, and begged him to go along, and bespoke for him a
hearty welcome.
"I'm greatly obleeged, Miss," said Jordan, "but I must beg yo' ter 'scuse
me. I must see my hoss home. I've been ridin' him and teachin' him a few
things, like startin' and stoppin', for a month. He war wild when I tuk
him fust, but since he and I got 'quainted, we agree zactly, and I told
ther men as own him he should be home ter night, and I must take him. I
wouldn't send him by the are-apparent hisself. Besides, my society
accomplishments war neglected some'at when I war young, and I would
rather break y'r heart, Miss, by declinin' ter go, than hev it broke by
my arkerdness 'mong y'r friends."
But he told Sedgwick where he was stopping in London, and it was agreed
that on the return of the party to the great city they should see more of
each other. So Jordan returned to London, and the young people took the
train for a little town on the coast, not far from Brighton, in Sussex.
They found the uncle and aunt of Rose. A great welcome was given them,
and four or five days were delightfully whiled away.
A regiment of English regulars was stationed there. Our party made the
acquaintance of the officers and their families, and one day a horseback
ride into the country was proposed for the next morning.
It taxed the capacity of the place to supply the necessary animals, and
one of the horses brought up, though a magnificent and powerful fellow,
was but half broken at best, and he snorted and blowed, and reared and
pawed, and took on a great deal.
The company were looking at him, and each selecting the horse that suited
him best, when Miss Rose said: "What a pity that Mr. Jordan did not come
along! He would have selected that wild horse."
The colonel of the regiment, a portly man, and a little inclined to be
pompous, in a peculiarly English tone said: "Possibly, you know, our
young American friend would like to mount him."
Sedgwick affected not to notice the tone or the accent, and answered
simply: "I have ridden worse-looking horses. If I had a Mexican saddle,
or one of your military saddles, I believe I should like to ride him; but
I am a little afraid of these things you call saddles."
Strangely enough, the officer thought the objection to the saddle was
meant merely as an excuse to avoid riding the horse, and so he spoke up
quickly, saying: "The gentleman shall be accommodated. I always have an
extra saddle with me; he shall have that," and gave his servant
directions to go and bring the saddle and bridle. When they were brought,
Sedgwick looked at them, said they would answer admirably, and throwing
the trappings over his left arm, went up to the snorting horse, petted
and soothed him, rubbed his nose, and talked low to him a moment; then
slipped the bridle on, then gently pushed the saddle and trappings over
his back; made all secure, and then, without assistance, mounted him
talking softly to him all the time.
The horse made a few bounds, but quickly subsided. They were enough,
however, to show the onlookers that the man on the horse was sufficient
for the task he had undertaken. Riding back, Sedgwick dismounted, still
talking low to the horse and patting his neck, for, as he explained, "The
colt has a lovely, honest face and head; he is only timid, and does not
yet quite understand what is wanted of him, or whether it will do for him
to give us his entire confidence."
The officer who had sent for the saddle had watched everything; so when
Sedgwick dismounted he held out his hand and said, heartily: "I beg your
pardon, Mr. Sedgwick, I was mistaken in you. You do more than ride. When
mounted, you and the horse together make a centaur."
With a celestial smile, Miss Jenvie said: "I beg your pardon, Mr.
Sedgwick. Mr. Jordan is not needed, except as a pleasant addition to our
company."
They all mounted and rode away. It was a jolly party. Grace and Rose rode
with two of the officers; two of the officers' wives were escorted by
Sedgwick and Browning.
As they rode, Sedgwick kept patting his horse, and in a little while so
won his confidence that he was able to rub his whip all about his head.
They stopped at a roadside inn for luncheon, and returned in the cool of
the afternoon.
By this time Sedgwick's horse had apparently given his rider his full
faith, and Sedgwick, in sharp contrast with the other gentlemen, sat him
in true cowboy style. They were riding at a brisk pace, when the hat of
one of the ladies was caught in a flurry of wind and carried twenty or
thirty yards to the rear. The others began to pull in their horses, when
Sedgwick, like a flash, whirled his horse about, and, calling to him, the
horse sprang forward at full speed. All turned, and the ladies screamed,
as they thought Sedgwick was falling. He had ridden, not directly for the
hat, but to one side until close upon it, then, turning his horse, he
went down at the same moment, seized the plume of the hat, regained his
upright attitude, and came smiling back, though the horse, not accustomed
to such performances, was snorting and bounding like a deer.
All hands were delighted, and Grace shot out to Sedgwick such a look of
pride and love that his heart beat a tattoo for a quarter of an hour.
The officer who owned the saddle was most profuse in his expressions
of delight. "Give up America, my friend," he said; "come and be an
Englishman and join my regiment. We will get you a commission, and supply
every chance for promotion."
Sedgwick thanked him, and assured him that he would duly consider the
offer.
The old English Colonel took a great fancy to Sedgwick. After dinner, the
day of the ride, he sought him out, and they conversed together for two
or three hours; or, rather, the Colonel talked and Sedgwick listened. The
Colonel had been sent on many a service by his government; he was a keen
observer, had good descriptive powers, and was an interesting talker.
Moreover, he liked to hear himself converse.
Having visited South Africa a few months before, he described the
country minutely, its topography, its flora and fauna, its geological
presentations, and expatiated upon its promising future. Sedgwick was
very greatly interested, and with his retentive memory the facts were
fixed upon his mind.
As they were about separating, Sedgwick said: "You ask me to leave
my native land and make this my country. I understand you, and
appreciate the offer, but you do not comprehend the Great Republic at
all. England, at the beginning of this century, was well-nigh the anchor
of civilization. By the end of the next century England will be in
cap and slippers, and her children across the sea will have to be her
protector. The American who gives up his native land for any other is
a renegade son."