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feathers came off with wonderful facility, and also stuck to the girl's
wet hands with equally wonderful tenacity. Washing her hands, she next
cut off the wings and legs of the fowl, and then separated the breast
from the back. These portions she put into a small pot with some suet
and water, and threw the rest away.

"Das bery good," remarked Quashy, nodding his head in approval, after
which he advised the girl to treat another fowl or two in a similar
manner, and then followed his master to the corral.

Here a very animated scene was being enacted. Half a dozen young horses
were about to be mounted for the first time and broken in. What modern
horse-trainers of the tender school would have said to the process we
cannot tell. Having had no experience in such matters, one way or
another, we hazard no opinion. We merely state the facts of the case.

The father of the family, mounted on a strong and steady horse,
commenced the business by riding into the corral, and throwing his lasso
over the head of a young horse, which he dragged forcibly to the gate.
Every step of the process was forcible. There was nothing equivalent to
solicitation or inducement from beginning to end. Opposition, dogged
and dire, was assumed as a matter of course, and was met by compulsion
more dogged and more dire!

At the gate of the corral the end of the lasso was received by the
eldest son of the family, a tall, strapping, and exceedingly handsome
youth, of about twenty-three, who had been named Pizarro,--no doubt
after the conqueror of Peru. He certainly resembled his namesake in
courage, vigour, and perseverance, if in nothing else. The young horse
displayed great unwillingness at first to quit its companions,--shaking
its magnificent mane, and flourishing its voluminous tail in wild
disdain as it was dragged out.

But the moment it found itself outside the corral, its first idea was to
gallop away. A jerk of the lasso checked him effectually. Another
member of the household then deftly threw his lasso in such a manner
that the prancing steed put its feet in it, and was caught just above
the fetlocks. With a powerful twitch of this second lasso its legs were
pulled from under it, and it fell with tremendous violence on its side.
Before it could rise the young Gaucho forced its head to the ground and
held it there, then drew his long knife, and therewith, in a few
seconds, cut off its mane. Another Gaucho performed the same