I RESOLVED to have a horse to
ride. I had never seen such wild, free, magnificent
horsemanship outside of a circus as these picturesquely clad
Mexicans, Californians and Mexicanized Americans displayed in
Carson streets every day. How they rode! Leaning just gently
forward out of the perpendicular, easy and nonchalant, with
broad slouch-hat brim blown square up in front, and long
riata swinging about the head, they swept through the
town like the wind! The next minute they were only a sailing
puff of dust on the far desert. If they trotted, they sat up
gallantly and gracefully, and seemed part of the horse; did
not go jiggering up and down after the silly Miss-Nancy
fashion of the riding-schools.
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