LET 'ER BUCK 



gore horses in the arena. So they thought he was good 

 enough — or bad enough — for a Happy Canyon steer 

 fight. 



As toreadors, well-known cowboys who had won 

 championships in the arena, entered this fight in which 

 the odds are all against them and in favor of the steer, 

 as nothing is done to hurt the steer while the only pro- 

 tection of each is a large square of red cloth, called a 

 serape. There they are Dell Blancett, Ben Corbett, 

 Otto Kline, Buffalo Vernon and a tenderfoot. 



See they are on foot, armed only with those small 

 red cloths, but willing to take a chance, and now put 

 on a bull-fight which for daring is worthy of Spain's 

 most intrepid toreadors. By this time the steer is 

 "plumb cultus" and the bleachers now find no fault 

 with the heavy screen of wire fencing which separates 

 them from the arena. 



It is a game which requires head, surefootedness, 

 and a bit of foolhardy courage thrown in, to play fast 

 and loose with the five-foot spread of stiletto horns 

 and the sharp hoofs of an eleven hundred pound steer. 



Buffalo Vernon makes a daring leap and seizes the 

 steer's horns, a dangerous act on foot, — proceeds there 

 and now to bulldog the heavy brute. But the steer is 

 stronger-necked than he counts on. He loses his foot- 

 ing and is in danger of being gored but the tenderfoot 

 of the quartette of toreadors comes to his rescue. The 

 other evening his rescuer essayed the same feat, but 

 after a ten-minute struggle in which the enraged, 

 horned beast sought to crush him time and again 

 against the fence posts, he in turn was released by the 

 rest of the outfit. 



This would-be bulldogger afterward said that when 

 he had seized the horns of the steer and could not let 



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