“I said, ‘Yes, but that was not much to brag about.’

“‘Yo’ licked the coon, but was afeerd to meet the governor, eh?’ he said.

“I answered, ‘That is about the size of it.’

“‘And yo’ did not go home?’ he said.

“‘No,’ I replied.

“‘Did not send for any money?’

“‘No.’

“‘How much did yo’ have?’

“‘Four dollars, and a watch which I sold for fourteen dollars.’

“‘How much have yo’ left?’

“‘I believe, $1.50.’

“‘What are yo’ going to do?’

“‘Going to work.’

“‘Wat at?’

“‘Anything I can get to do.’

“‘Will yo’ work for me?’

“‘Yes.’

“‘Know anything about herding and driving cattle?’

“‘No, but I can learn it.’

“‘All right, what about wages?’

“‘Anything you like.’

“‘All right,’ said Jordan, ‘I will have the boys fix yo’ up a gentle mustang and give yo’ a show.’

“I had overheard the cowboys the previous evening telling about a ’gentle broncho’ that they had given a ‘tenderfoot,’ and how the tenderfoot was ‘jolted.’  I reflected that I was in Texas and might just as well establish myself at once.  When a boy, I could ride anything on the farm or in the township.  So I said: 

“‘Mr. Jordan, let me try the buckskin.’

“‘What!’ said Jordan, ‘would yo’ mount that wild beast?  He’s a devil.  My best riders cannot sit him.  Indeed, he has tossed half the cowboys in Texas.’

“‘Let me try him,’ said I.

“‘All right,’ said Jordan, ‘come on.’

“We climbed into the big corral.  One of the boys threw a rope upon the horse, drew him up to the center post, blinded him, and said to me: 

“’Young feller!  If you ride him, you’ll be a good one, shore ‘nough.’

“I took off my coat, vest and suspenders, tied a heavy handkerchief around my stomach, fixed the saddle, sprang upon the horse, and the blind was drawn off at the same moment.  Then for ten minutes I had a game as lively as I had experienced with the coon.  How he did jolt me!  But I sat him.  Then, when all his other tricks had failed, he started in a run for the center post of the corral, with the intention of raking me off.  But it was his side that struck the post; my knee was on top of the saddle, and when the rebound knocked him away from the post it was not a second until I was back in the saddle; and then I assumed the offensive and drove the rowels into him.  Between the shock of the blow and the surprise of the rowels, he gave up, made a feeble jump or two, stopped and stood trembling.

“I dismounted, and the cowboys threw up their hats and cheered the ‘tenderfoot.’  Then I took down the reins of the hackamore (the Mexican Jaquema), bent the brute’s head around, and tied him in a half circle to his own tail.  Then, borrowing a cowboy’s whip, I tapped him gently with it, and kept him turning and tumbling until he was covered with foam, and I saw he was completely subdued.  Then I untied the rope, gave him his head, and then sprang again (without a blind this time) into the saddle.  He moved off in a walk; then I trotted him, then put him in a gallop, and after circling the corral two or three times, reined him up to the cowboys, stopped him, and dismounted.