LET 'ER BUCK 



knows them all. Everybody likes Glenn ; the Indians 

 call him Tall Pine. He can deceive all but the initiated 

 when in his inimitable chief's costume during celebra- 

 tions. 



This is Red Bull's tepee. Glenn says something and 

 Agnes Red Bull, the pretty daughter, carefully goes 

 through some belongings, and spreads before us on 

 the rugs, with which the ground is carpeted, a spotted 

 blue woolen Indian dress. The spots are elk's teeth 

 selected for their quality and each carefully stitched 

 on — seven hundred all told — making the value of this 

 girl's gown about thirty-five hundred dollars. 



In the corner is an Indian you have scarcely observed 

 — she's a stranger and is visiting this tepee. You will 

 observe her, however, intently enough in the women's 

 bucking contests, when she rides as the star Indian girl 

 bucking-horse rider and waves a small American flag 

 while she does it — she's Princess Redbird. 



We wend through the forest of tepees and cotton- 

 woods. Naturally that group of Indians there are in- 

 terested in that band of tethered horses for they are 

 some of the Indian relay strings. The young buck who 

 is giving them some points on his relay string is 

 Richard Burke, who with his brother, Robert, not only 

 won the Indian relay world championship race in 1913 

 and 1916 respectively, but these two sons of Poker Jim 

 hold the two best Indian relay records. 



Robert made the mile relay in one day riding on the 

 quarter mile track in 2 minutes 13 seconds, while his 

 brother Richard made it in 2 minutes 20 seconds. 

 Ralph Farrow rode in only two seconds behind Robert 

 Burke's total record time and Farrow's brother Jess, 

 who won the first honors in 1920, completes a remark- 

 able quartette of Indian relay riders. 



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