A Mild Rids.
Our Owharoa correspondent writes : — The recent spell of fine weather, and consequent improvement in tbe state of the road,induced several knightsof the hammer and gad to go for a ride to Waihi, and having lassoed several wild horses off the run, they started on their journey determined to enjoy them selves. Having stfndry doubts as to their equestrian proficiency, they proceeded very cautiously, and reached their destination in safety. After spending a couple of hours at host Corbett's hotel, during which time a case of porter and half a barrel of beer turned into that favorite beverage half-and-half, had been consumed, the party started homeward. Now whatever doubts some of the party may have had regarding their horsemanship on the way out, they certainly had none when they started home. But, alas, for human nature, one of the party, by name Dick, who turns 16 stone, mounted a tall horse, made a bet with one, Peter Simple, for a case of ale, as to which would reach Owharoa first, and off both went. Dick had not gone two yards when he came down a "cropper," saddle and all, and sang out, " Boys, I'm killed." At last, the pieces being picked up, he was mounted again and made a fresh start. In the meantime Peter never looked behind, but took advantage of Dick's mishap. One of the party started off to stop him until Dick came up. But when those following arrived at the Waitete Creek they were horror stricken to find one of the party had come to grief on the edge of the creek. He was insensible, and bleeding from a cut over the eye; but a copious supply of water soon brought him round, thanks to the ballast he had of ale and porter, or he would have been killed. But another difficulty presented itself. The horse, which was the same that got drunk in Paeroa and nearly killed old " Boxer," being sober this time, started on his own hook. However, after a wbile he was re-captured, and was mounted again. AH made a fresh start and got home without further mishap. Dick has lain hors de combat since. He says it was the sudden stop that hurt him. The other man was all right after a day. So, to wind up my day's travel, Peter Simple won the race hands down, and all got merry upon the result.
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Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4281, 20 September 1882, Page 2
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404A Mild Rids. Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4281, 20 September 1882, Page 2
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