She also painted a portrait of me on my favorite horse--a picture which I immediately sent home to my wife.
Our sojourn in Rome was lively with incident.

The Prince of Simonetta, who visited the show, declared that he had some wild horses in his stable which no cowboy could ride.

The challenge was promptly taken up by some of the dare-devils in my party.

That the horses might not run amuck and injure anyone, special booths were erected in the show arena, where the trial was to be made.
The greatest enthusiasm was manifested by the Romans in the performance, and it was clear to me that most of them looked eagerly forward to the mortal injury of some of the members of my company.

The Latin delight in sports like those of the old Roman arena had by no means died out.
When the horses were loosed in the ring they sprang into the air, snorted, kicked up their heels, and plainly defied any of the cowboys to do so much as to lay a hand on them.