Usually it could be started by taking it by the bit. One day Mrs. Randall, her sister, and Randall's baby daughter, drove to Ashford. Starting on the return the horse stopped. Mrs. Randall's sisler could not get it to start in the usual way, and Mrs. Randall got out to try her hand. Before the sister could get into the buggy-, the horse started leaving both ladies on the prairie and the baby sitting in the bottom of the buggy.

HISTORY OF WESTERN NEBRASKA

Ira Paver and I were visiting at the claim house of my cousin, Emma Leach about two miles south of Ashford. We saw the horse and buggy pass at a brisk trot ; the road was about a half mile from where we were. Then we saw the two women coming on afoot and could hear some one crying.

Paver had a pony called "Naughty Tom," and he was hitched to a cart. We drove out to the road and found out the trouble. Naughty Tom was no whirlwind to travel, but he made two or three miles in record time that day. When he approached the rig he was driven in a wide circle on the prairie, passing the Randall buggy, and dropped into the road ahead of it. Then slowing down the runaway was easy to catch. The little girl was still enjoying the ride, and a recent letter from Hon. Chas. Randall states that the grandchildren (this daughter's children) are the source of much enjoyment to this household.