jouted

Updated: May 4, 2025

"I was a youngster then, only a nine-year-old, but I'll niver forget the two weeks' run from Queenstown to Quebec whereon hunting tables were reversed and I became the rider and the ship me mount, across country the roughest hunter ever lived through: niver a moment of easy flat goin', but an endless series of gigantic leaps that nigh jouted me teeth loose, churned me insides till they wouldn't even hold dry feed, and gave me more of a taste than I liked of what I had been givin' Roscommon huntsmen over lane side wall jumps a rise and a jolt, a rise and a jolt, till it was wonderin' I was the ears were not shaken from me head.

Edgar Beecher Bronson - The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier