LET 'ER BUCK 



one of the greatest horse-gentler s in the country, who 

 with "J ^" Coleman, cowboy, ranch-hand and Scotch 

 comedian, made a top-notch pair of entertainers. 

 There, too, were Charlie Runyan, who has ridden at 

 nearly every Round-Up; Leslie McCubbins, a well- 

 known rider, and many others. 



By the middle of July the troop was mobilized, with 

 the Happy Canyon dance-hall as their temporary quar- 

 ters. The strenuous daily routine of foot drill was 

 pretty hard on many of the cowboys, unused to walk- 

 ing; but the big blisters didn't lessen their enthusiasm. 

 It wasn't, however, the easiest thing to make all 

 of these individualists see at once the necessity of 

 exactitude in the method of drill and obedience to 

 orders. 



Many of them figured that, give them a good horse 

 and a six-shooter, they'd undertake to ride into Berlin. 

 If it was not necessary to get the Kaiser and Von 

 Hindenburg dead, why, they'd rope 'em! But they 

 sure could not figure out why they had to stand guard 

 and drill on foot when they went into the cavalry. 



"Aboot face!" commanded Sergeant Coleman, who 

 had served his time with a "Ladies from Hell" regi- 

 ment before the war. 



Jess Brunn, a tall, finely set-up type of cowboy, later 

 as snappy a soldier as there was in the outfit, could not 

 seem to connect. Time and again he tried, but the 

 high heels of his boots seemed as rebellious as their 

 owner. 



"Place th' toe of yer-r-r-r-r-r-ight foot behind and 

 to the left of the heel of — " 



This was a little more than Jess could stand. It was 

 the most sudden breaking of ranks the outfit had seen, 

 when the strings of control of Jess's otherwise quiet 



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