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Collection: Directories and Documents > Tanis Thorne Native Californian & Nisenan Collection

A Sojourn With Royalty (October 26, 1865) (13 pages)

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Southern owl was worse to swallow than the Northern, but give me chicken, worms, grasshoppers and all, before either a Northern or Southern owl. Do you believe it, the King and the Cherokee sat unconcernedly and finished the owl between them, every mouthful, and licked -their tongues at the end? Kings have strong stomachs for delicacies, while mudsills grow sick on high feeding. I wonder if owls will ever be introduced upon the tables of our wealthy gourmands--why not owls as well as frogs and snails? We were riding quietly along one day. when his Majesty 's charger became dull and drowsy, and his Majesty himself had relapsed into a meditative mood. We had ascended a high mountain, and began to descend an inclined plane, when it occurred to me that I could impart a little mettle to his Majesty's charger, and quicken his pace without awaking the King from his pleasant dream. I observed that there was no crupper on his Imperial Highness' saddle, so I quietly slipped the halter off my horse's neck, made a slipping noose, and quietly riding up beside his Majesty, I slipped the knot over his steed's stub tail, and holding my end of the line, I spurred rapidly forward. My intention was to propel the horse forward; a sort of primitive locomotive, acting upon lever power, instead of steam. Had the thing been successful, I intended to have taken out a patent for the invention. It might have been applied to various uses. It would have been invaluable to fast young gentlemen who hire livery hacks, and can't drive fast enough, or who desire to show off as people are coming out of church on Sundays. It would have been the making of any fair equestrian who was riding a race for a prize, it would be in common use in runaway matches; and for baulky horses in going to, a ball or shoddy party it would have been a sine qua non. I should have sold the right cheap, for I wish to benefit man and woman kind gratuitously, more than I desire to fill my pocket by useful inventions. But, alas! for human foresight. The Atlantic cable was a failure--it parted; in spite of all the care and science in its manufacture, it brought up with a jerk and parted in the middle. As I drew the halter taught his Majesty's Pegasus, at first swayed around as a ship might do at the turn of her rudder in a gale, then stopped suddenly as when a vessel comes to an anchor, then an awful lull for a moment, to be followed by a series of gymnastic performances which would have put Hernandez to the blush. -