ved,
and the restless, anxious animals have to be guided to the starting
place by their riders and arranged in line with heads opposite the
direction in which the race is to be run. Bare-skinned warriors on
bridleless, saddleless ponies, a small, finely-braided lariat attached
to the horse's jaw, sit like graven images upon their favorite steeds.
"Brown Dick," whose rider is his owner, steps along jauntily, champing
in eager fashion the silver-ringed bit supported by a silver ornamented
Mexican braided-leather bridle, the loose reins held almost listlessly
by the man in blue shirt and buckskin trousers seated on an English
racing saddle. A little moisture around the roots of the delicately
pointed ears shows that "Brown Dick" has been exercised. The muscles of
the forelegs play beneath the skin as step by step he approaches the
line; the veins in his arched neck stand out like small ropes, and the
dilated nostrils reveal the pink membranes as each deep breath is
inhaled. Charley has maneuvered for position, timing his arrival to such
a nicety that the last slow step of his well-trained racer falls exactly
as the pistol belches forth the signal to start. Simultaneously he
utters a shrill "Go" and presses his knees violently into his horse's
sides, leaning far out in the saddle and throwing his weight against the
reins on the faithful horse's neck, who rears aloft, pivots in beautiful
fashion and leaps in one bound clear of the line of frantic ponies, and
amid the warwhoops of Indians, the yells of the frenzied and the fear of
defeat piercing his ears he dashes on to victory. The struggle is not
long, and the spoils won from the vanquished nearly bankrupt the entire
tribe until the next annuities replace their losses.

There are no imprecations nor villainous mutterings. An Indian is a good
loser and bears defeat in a philosophical, stoical manner. Immediately
after the exciting races come the feasts given to the successful
competitors, and the following day finds the erstwhile holiday-arrayed
village desolate and uninteresting.

Yamanatz, Jack and Chiquita began preparations for the trip to
"Blazing-Eye-by-the-Big-Water," and soon followed the crowd of visitors
making their way to the nearest railroad.

The last one to bid Chiquita "adios" was Antelope. He had little to say,
but averred he would continually seek the aid of all the Ute gods, big
and little, to bring the heart of Chiquita to Antelope's tepee.

"Antelop