The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 22, July 1918 - April, 1919 Page: 44
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well broken by dark that night. Next morning one of my mess-
mates, Patton by name, a school and classmate for several years,
found his horse was loose and gone and could not be found any-
where near. The company was preparing to move. I went to the
captain, explained the situation and asked permission to return
to that pen and get another horse for Patton. He consented.
Another one of my mess-mates told me he had been lucky enough
to get a horse fairly well broken and gentle and that he would ex-
change with me until I went on that errand and returned. The
company moved off and Patton was left at camp alone to await
my coming with his horse. I rode back about six hundred yards
to the pen where we had corraled the horses that evening. It was
empty and I inquired at the house nearby of ladies-no men being
at home-for the horses. They told me they had been turned out
into a very large grass pasture nearby lying out south of the house.
I went into that pasture and rode south from the residence; but
concerning what happened for the balance of that day I am in-
debted to those good ladies for the information, for my mind sud-
denly became blank as to that matter and never since that time
to this good day have I been able to recall anything that happened
after I started out south from the house that day. About sunset
I revived enough to realize that some one was sitting by me, pour-
ing cold water on my head and I asked in surprise, "What do you
mean by this treatment?" and "Where am I?" Patton answered,
"You have been dead all day and I am trying this treatment to
revive you." HIe then told me he had waited for me at the camp
until he became uneasy at my failure to return and came up to this
house hunting for me and found me there in an unconscious con-
dition. Then the kind hearted ladies told me that I had early
in the morning gone out into their pasture and had driven up a
bunch of horses near the house, made a dash at them and had
lassoed one of them and being unable to manage the animal I was
riding, the lassoed animal made a quick circuit around me, jerked
me off on the ground upon my head and that they had gone out there,
dragged me to the house in an unconscious condition. They fur-
ther stated the two horses thus lashed together by the lariat around
the horn of my saddle on one and around the neck of the other
ran off at a furious pace to overtake those gone on before, ran one
on each side of the same tree, bringing on a collision resulting in
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