A bucking bronco threw Isabella over its tail onto gravel

Evidence

Chalmers offered me a bronco mare for a reasonable sum, and though she was a shifty, half-broken young thing, I came over here on her to try her, when, just as I was going away, she took into her head to “scare” and “buck,” and when I touched her with my foot she leaped over a heap of timber, and the girth gave way, and the onlookers tell me that while she jumped I fell over her tail from a good height upon the hard gravel, receiving a parting kick on my knee. They could hardly believe that no bones were broken. The flesh of my left arm looks crushed into a jelly, but cold-water dressings will soon bring it right; and a cut on my back bled profusely; and the bleeding, with many bruises and the general shake, have made me feel weak, but circumstances do not admit of ”making a fuss,” and I really think that the rents in my riding dress will prove the most important part of the accident. — Isabella L. Bird, A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains, 84

Categorization

• XREF: Her reaction to injury — dismissing broken bones and bruises as less important than rents in her riding dress — resonates with the frontier stoicism women travelers cultivated in this era, contrastable with parlor fragility stereotypes.