A WILD IIORSE HUNT. IT was in tho fall of the second year I bad been on tho range, and I got to know the country pretty well by that time." So spoke Frank Evans, an old college chum of mine, an he sat comfortably amoking a cigar, after a dinner at which we had lingered several hours, recalling old times, and ho had been telling mo some of his experiences "out Wo it," on the great cattle ranges east of the Rocky mountains, where, when he should have fully mastered the business, his father, a wealthy fanner of Ohio, had promised to buy a ranch and stock it for him. " Yes," he continued, " it was on tho Sweetwater range, in Wyoming, or, to bo more precise, in tho hills at tho head, waters of Bitter creek. I had been hunting horses all the morning, six of our band baring strayed away from our night herder the evening before. It was about 2:00 o'clock, and tho sun beat down on tho sagebrush covered hills with an almost deadening intensity, tho wind coming in fitful gusts, carrying tho whito alkali dust in clouds. I was head, ing for camp, some fifteen mil's away, and my horse, a wiry little buckskin col ored broncho, was comparatively freb, in spite of tho heat, although anyone looking at him jogging along at a little dog trot, bead down, eyes half closed, cars flapping up and down, and an alto gether dejected look about him, would have supposed him to have been com pletely tuckered out " I expected to find our six tabuing animals with a band of wild born, of which there wero two or threo known to mm run among the bills, and I bad been re serving my buckskin for a ran. " As I got to the head of a long can yon I saw a band of horses o(T to tho left Dismounting, I looked at my cinch, pulled it up a little tighter, and Wing assured that my saddle was firm, I took another look at tho band There wero about fifty horses sent to red over a littlo "dry lake," standing with heads down, with flanks heaving, evideutly dis tressed by tho intense heat Carefully looking them over I found they wero alt mares and colts, and our hows wero not among thorn. There was ono excep tion, a small blue stallion; I knew him in a moment as being tho nervy littlo captain of a band of wild how that had nover yet boon run down, though we had all bail a trial with him. " Not caring to waste my hone's en ergies on them, I mounted and was about to move on, when ray attention was attracts! to a mare and colt that were evidently out of favor with tho captain, for they wero aeveral hundred foot away from the main band The mare was a large, cloandimbM animal, of beautiful proportions, and remark, able color-she was ji black, curiomly marked with white, looking m if snow had fallen on her back and !nprinkl 1 both sides. The colt was a littlo runt dwarfed ami stunted to a degree, and with bis long, ungainly body and slcrt logs, formed a striking eontrat to his handsome thoroughbred mother. On the Instant I thought that there was a chance to g t that in arc, a:,d away I went