LET 'ER BUCK 



fully but also tore the rider loose where he lay uncon- 

 scious on the track. 



It was here I made my first personal acquaintance 

 with Caldwell when old Winnamucca Jack, the In- 

 dian wrangler and I helped pick him up and then 

 helped hold him in Fay LeGrow's flivver. He insisted 

 upon returning to ride, but we rushed him to the doc- 

 tor instead. He carried his arm in a sling and cast 

 the remainder of that Round-Up. Fay LeGrow's fliv- 

 ver Lee was rushed to the doctor in sprung a leak so 

 we came back in his yellow-brown touring car. 



"Ugh!" gutturaled old Winnamucca, "buckskin 

 hi-yu-skookum — bobtail no go!" 



Amongst this arena group, are other of America's 

 greatest buckaroo rough-rider champions — Yakima 

 Canutt, who won two world's bucking championships 

 at the Round-Up and rode in second and third in two 

 other years. There's "Hippy" Burmeister and Rufus 

 Rollen, who both have ridden in for second world 

 championships, and picturesque Jackson Sundown, the 

 Nez Perce Indian who won a first ; then there is Dave 

 White who rode in third in Nineteen Seventeen, 

 standing with his arm over Arizona, who pulled in 

 second the following year. That fine type of hard- 

 boiled cowman at the end is Red Parker, of Valentine, 

 Nebraska, that auburn-haired boy who, though he has 

 never ridden into the finish here, is a real rider. Those 

 two lolling out there in the sun are Jesse Stahl who 

 holds the bulldogging record, and George Fletcher, a 

 top notch buckaroo, — both ride well. 



One of the old "cowhands" best known to Pendle- 

 ton is missing this year, detained somewhere in Idaho, 

 they say, — started to run a "butcher shop" and got his 

 cattle "mixed." 



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