CHAPTER FOUR 

 MILLING WITH THE NIGHT HERD 



After the long shadows change the golden valley to 

 night, you wander under the clustering lights of Main 

 Street, where the crowds surge in that orderly, happy, 

 holiday spirit for which the Round-Up stands. Dur- 

 ing Round-Up Pendleton harks back a generation, 

 turns back the calendar a few decades, shifts its 

 clothes and steps into the life from which it has but 

 just crossed over the threshold. Pendleton does this 

 with such an easy grace and naturalness that while the 

 Round-Up is a great community drama it is also a re- 

 enaction of the verve and urge of its pioneer spirit, and 

 literally reeks with the atmosphere of an old frontier 

 town. Although any time the visitor may feel the 

 Round-Up spirit, see fragments of its setting or some 

 of its participants, booted, chapped or blanketed on the 

 streets, it is hard for him to realize that for three hun- 

 dred and fifty days Pendleton gives itself over to the 

 busy workaday life of ranch and industry and that it 

 is only for about seven days out of the year it lives 

 again the life of the old West in such a vivid manner — 

 perhaps it is still harder for the visitor to understand 

 why it doesn't. 



The old original settlement of Pendleton was called 

 Marshall after a gentleman of the early days who, it 



