rabbit game. Those natives are full of fun, and on these rabbit
drives they always pick out some man to have fun with, and they
picked out Pa as the victim. We rode along for a couple of hours,
flushing rabbits by the dozen, and they would run along ahead of
us, and multiply, so that when the corral was in sight ahead the
prairie was alive with long eared animals, so the earth seemed to
be moving, and it almost made a man dizzy to look at them.

The hundreds of men on horseback had come in close together from
all sides, and when we were within half a mile of the corral the
crowd stopped at a signal, and the leader told Pa that now was the
time to make a cavalry charge on the rabbits, and he asked Pa if
he was afraid and wanted to go back, and Pa said he had been a
soldier and charged the enemy; had been a politician and had
fought in hot campaigns; had hunted tigers and lions in the
jungle, and rode barebacked in the circus, and gone into lions'
dens, and been married, and he guessed he was not going to show
the white feather chasing jackrabbits. They could sound the bugle
charge as soon as they got ready, and they would find him in the
game till the curtain was rung down.

That was what they wanted Pa to say, so, as pa's horse was tired,
they suggested that he get on to a fresh horse, and Pa said all
right, they couldn't get a horse too fresh for him, and he got on
to a spunky pony, and I noticed that there was no bit in the
pony's mouth, but only a rope around the pony's nose, and I was
afraid something would happen to pa. I told him he and I better
dismount, and climb a mesquite tree and watch the fun from a safe
place.