NEW YORK.-
Agnes Mulhall, known locally and lovingly as "Bossy" Mulhall, her sister, Lucille, a girl of 19, and the two younger Mulhall children are
expected to show in New York this week the tricks of the hard-riding plainsmen, who herd cattle for profit. New York is going to give them
a rousing welcome. "Cowgirls" will be a novelty.
There isn't a city in the country where good riding is better appreciated or more often practiced. Among
4,000,000 tenderfeet there is room for many horsemen to leaven the mass. I don't mean the graduates of the riding schools alone, though these in
their English fashion ride securely enough, "working their passage" by rising to the trot. The polo players are another element, the
fox-chasers another. Theodore Roosevelt broke his arm riding to hounds with the Meadowbrooks years ago, and I do not know that he ever
suffered so severe an accident upon the plains. The hunters use hard little pads by way of salles, very different from the room Mexican
saddle of the ploainsman.
The best riders of New York are the mounted park policemen, and the centaurs that guard Fifth avenue nad its throned crossings. Some men can do
some things, other men other things. The mounted police can catch runaway horses. Lariats are barred by the conditions, but they ride down
the bolting horses, warning people out of the way as they go, and in 19 cases out of 20 stop the horses before serious damage is done. Nothing finer
is done by city servants; perhaps nothing as fine except the work of the firemen and of the nurses in the pest hospitals. The horses contribute.
Some of the experienced mounts of the park force would not fetch large sums at Tattersall's, but they are perfectly trained, will stand at
attention where they are left, as long as their masters desire, and take part in their duties as keenly as a polo pony takes to the game.