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for it last year. "But say," he continued, "There's 

 more than one kind 'o strings ter that saddle. There's 

 four hundred and fifty bucks and a fancy plaster 

 hitched to it ter put on yer wall if yer don't need it ter 

 take yer soreness out. The next feller gits two hun- 

 dred bucks and the third an even hundred." 



"Ugh! Hi-yu-skookum saddle," grunted old Chief 

 Little Hawk with a grin. 



Those two sturdy buckaroos beside the drinking 

 fountain are Jim Roach of Bell Cow Canyon and Bert 

 Kelly of Walla Walla, both champions among the 

 early contestants who helped to make the Round-Up a 

 success. Jim Roach is the star maverick race roper. 

 There is Ella Lazinka, who finished in the grand finals 

 one year in the cowgirls' relay race, though a large 

 fence splinter had torn her leg in the second lap. She 

 will be at her high-school lessons the Monday after 

 the Round-Up. 



When the stranger is not at the "tryouts" and elim- 

 ination contests he will find much of interest in the 

 bookshops, photographers and other splendid stores 

 in the center of the city; or on the way to the iron 

 works, he can look over the splendid big stores of 

 agricultural implements, tractors or farm machinery, 

 see how the Indian design blankets are made at the 

 woolen mills, or inspect the great flour mills which 

 hum their grinding night and day. Pendleton is not 

 only the focal point in, and county seat of one of the 

 greatest wheat countries of the United States, but is 

 the great emporium for trade for much of Eastern 

 Oregon. 



When the call for men to help their country in the 

 war against autocracy came, Pendleton said, "Let's 

 go !" When the news spread over the range country 



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