LET 'ER BUCK 



orders in regard to preparing for the parade tomorrow. 

 They will all be busy now putting finishing touches on 

 their costumes. 



"Go get 'em, cowboy!" yelled a wrangler. In as 

 many seconds as it takes to tell this a dozen buckaroos 

 leaped into their saddles, headed for the open Round- 

 Up gate entrance, disengaging their ropes from their 

 saddle bows as they rode to head off a cloud of dust 

 with a dark woolly object at its apex traveling through 

 space like a comet. Luckily this quick action headed 

 off the passage to freedom of one of the pair of 

 buffalo belonging to the Round-Up stock. 



Can a buffalo run? Well, some of those boys re- 

 membered the vacation this animal took a year prev- 

 ious, when it eventually traveled nearly three hundred 

 miles across country before they ran it down. Three 

 ropes now encircled it — over horns, on a fore and on 

 a hind leg — then they lead the "onery" little beast back 

 through the Indian village to the stock corrals. 



Open contests are often held for the naming of ani- 

 mals, "Sharkey" was selected for the champion buck- 

 ing bull, and Henry Vogt for his close Jersey second. 

 "Letta" and "Buck" won as names for the young cow 

 and bull buffaloes. During the war Buck died. Later 

 a war baby was born — Letta had a catteloe calf — sus- 

 picion was said to rest on Henry Vogt. 



Earlier that morning a bunch of us, mostly members 

 of the committee, had been helping unload from the 

 cars some wild range longhorns fresh from Laredo, 

 Texas. A steer knows a gate when he sees it. 

 "Whoop'ee," and the entire herd was stampeding 

 straight through the Indian village, a wild bellowing 

 herd, running a race with a dust storm and our ponies 

 alongside at breaknecking speed. Pandemonium broke 



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