A cowboy visiting an eastern city not long ago got to talking about broncos and their ways, and he was reminded of a story which his friend, the “Montana Kid,” is fond of telling, relates the Little Chronicle. “We was a lot of us talking,” said the man from the west, “about the way a bronco will buck and how long it will take him to get tired out once he gets started, providing he don’t throw his man before he gets through with it. One of the boys was saying as how he did not believe no cowpuncher was alive that could stay on a bronc as long as the critter felt like bucking. He said the man would fall off dead beat long before the bronc was anywhere near having enough.
    “The Kid says, says he: ‘How long did you ever know a bronc buck?’
    “‘Two hours, or two and a half? says the other feller. And he said it as if he was kinder ’shamed; just like he had been caught bluffing half way through a bluff.
    “‘Two hours,’ says the Kid. “Two hours or two hours and a half, is it? Why, say, I stayed on a bucking horse for two days and three nights once. He commenced bucking along towards evening of one day and he kicked around the place all that night and all the next day and the next night and the next day and the night after that. The next morning after that he dropped, and he didn’t get bucked since.
    “The boys all took to laughing at the Kid and making sport of him for being more or less untruthful. One of them says:
    “‘Say, Kid,’ he says, ‘you must have been kind, of faint and hungry when you got off that horse. Didn’t you think it was worth the trouble to get off for a meal once in awhile?’
    “‘No need to do it,’ says the Kid. ‘No need to do it. The cook he saw the way things was going, and the horse couldn’t buck far away from the rest of the outfit, because he was pretty well fenced in, and the cook kept a cooking up hot biscuits for me night and day, and every time me and the horse went sashaying past the kitchen door cook would come out and throw me a biscuit, and I’d have to catch it or go hungry. I caught all I wanted o’ them.’
    “The boys thought that was pretty good, for there couldn’t none of them see what he did for water.
    “‘Water,’ says the Kid, ‘water?’ Why, there was the creek three feet deep running right across behind the kitchen, and the horse he bucked through it on an average once every two hours. All I had to do was to dip it up in my hat as we was going through.’”

From— The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.), 16. June 1900. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.