At first glance, too, the water on level range, however distant from
the edge of grass may be safely visited. Yet as one approaches the
stream by slopes of the usual coulee, densely bushed with poplar and
wild fruit trees; or, coming down open grass, enters a grove of
cottonwood along the level bottom, one begins to note that the horses
appear to be nervous. A bunch of loose ponies will let the wisest
mare scout ahead while they string out in single file to follow all
alert, picking their way most delicately, pointing their ears at all
sorts of smells and sounds, and glancing backward {65} often as they
go. Again one watches tame horses watering at a trough, always
alert, on guard. If one of them makes a sudden movement the rest
will at once shy backward. Some horse are so nervous that they have
to be watered singly. Always a horse drinks while he can hold his
breath, lifts his nostrils to breathe deep and fill his lungs, then
takes a second drink, perhaps a third, and turns away abruptly.
There is no lingering at the waterside. At the bank of lake or river
no range horse goes deeper then he need, or offers to take a bath.
[Sidenote: Race-memories of peril]
Here are race-memories of mortal peril from a daily watering in face
of instant danger and of sudden death. I have seen so many horses
piteously drowned in moss or mudholes that I understand why they
tread cautiously as they approach wet ground. The bush beside the
water is apt to be full of snakes who come down as horses do, to
drink in the gloaming, and are not easily seen. The bush beside the
water is the lurking place of every beast of prey, and everybody
knows how horses go stark mad at the smell of bear. What chance had
the ponies, strung out on a bush trail, against grey timber wolves?
What thoroughbred fighting horse would ever have a chance against the
{66} Siberian tiger, or the African lion? Cougar, puma, jaguar,
leopard--the cats of all the world with their sudden spring at the
withers or throat of a range pony, have taught his descendants their
art of self-defence. That we must deal with later.
III. THE FAMILY.
We have broken up the family life of our horses, and are apt to
forget that they ever had private affairs of their own.
[Sidenote: The harem]
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