[ (?]Those fleas came to life about that time and they just manhandled us. They just rolled us over and over. That was truly a miserable right.
[ (?]We three boys were staying there for Mr. McBride. There was Will Caufelt, Tom Stringer and myself. He had promised us that he would give us three horses a piece if we would come and break some horses for him. I had never had any dealing with such wild horses but the other boys thought they were good. The first evening one of them got throwed and gave up that he wasn't so good. There was one that I decided I would ride. We had to blind fold him after he was throwed down. and then put on a saddle and let him up still blindfolded. I remember the first time I tried it he got up and we took off the blindfold and he gave a big leap and threw me into a summerset. It got my feet out of the stirrups but this horse kikked so much that he got his two front feet in there and he was fastened. We tried the same thing. over. He was the wildest horse I ever saw, and themeanist. I finally tied down the stirrup and tied my coat to the saddle and tried it again. He bucked for 75 yeards with me but some how, at the very first I sort of got the movement of the horse and tried to keep [with?] him. McBride called him Blood Boy and I can truthfully say that as hard as I worked for my three ponies, he couldn't have given me that one.