Billings stood straight up on his back, and thus rode him into camp.

As he passed us he jumped to the ground, allowed the horse to run to the full length of the lariat, when he threw him a complete somersault.
[Illustration: BILLINGS RIDING LITTLE GRAY.] "That's a pretty good horse," said Billings.
"Yes, he's a California horse; he was captured there wild," replied father.

The exhibition of horsemanship given by Billings on this occasion was really wonderful, and was the most skillful and daring feat of the kind that I ever witnessed.

The remainder of the evening was spent around the camp, and Horace, who remained there, entertained us with several interesting chapters of his experiences.
Next morning he walked over to his own camp, but soon returned, mounted on a beautiful horse, with a handsome saddle, bridle and lariat.

I thought he was a magnificent looking man.