yip-yip-y-e-e-e-e-e-e

Updated: February 22, 2026

From the heaving sides of the ponies, plastered with the gray alkali of the desert, clouds of steam were rising. Their riders, with mouths screened from the biting dust with red handkerchiefs, were seemingly engaged in a race for the willow clump where water and shade awaited them. "Yip-yip-y-e-e-e-e-e-e!"

Margaret Burnham - The Girl Aviators on Golden Wings