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freedom in any city. Among them was Bill Switzler 

 and Glenn Bushee (Tall Pine) in his inimitable Indian- 

 chief's costume, and few ever penetrated his disguise. 



When the horses Louis Hill provided were brought 

 out, Wild Bill's keen eye focused a dotted line on one 

 particular animal in the bunch with the bridle bit 



brand ^J ^^ seared on its right stifle, and an 



Xon its right side — Bill's own brands. It was a 

 long way from Horse Heaven Country, but 

 only goes to show how small is the world of 

 men and horses. 



Though snows have come and gone, St. Paul will 

 long and pleasantly remember that Pendleton outfit; 

 riding horses into elevators of the leading hotel, light- 

 ly roping skilfully any pedestrian who crossed their 

 path in the parade, small boy, dog or pretty girl pre- 

 ferred — were some of the episodes in their whole- 

 souled merrymaking. 



They had by no means reached the end of their rope, 

 when they lassoed Jinks Taylor out of a barber chair 

 and shaved the nigh half only, of his pet hirsutian ap- 

 pendage from his upper lip, for they shortly discovered 

 Wild Bill Switzler in a quiet corner having his fore- 

 hoofs roached by a pretty manicurist — didn't even give 

 him a chance to have the polish put on, or explain why 

 he was going — Swish! and a dozen hands suddenly 

 hauled him backwards and out of the door. 



Then there was that crowning episode of western 

 chivalry, which Glenn Bushee staged on the Capitol 

 steps. In the parade most of the Pendleton outfit had 

 fair partners in their saddles, while they rode behind 

 their cantles. A flight of Capitol steps meant nothing 

 in the young lives of men used to chasing longhorns 

 over rimrock, so up the steps they went. Suddenly 



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