LET 'ER BUCK 



But there are some, not without honor in their own 

 country, occupying some of the humblest seats in the 

 bleachers whom you don't know. But as Rattlesnake 

 Bill says, "Them strangers may be top-notch salubri- 

 ties back from whar they hails from an' I've no doubts 

 but they're corn fed on thar alleged brains. I never 

 heard o' them before but I know a few salubrities 

 right 'n town 'n likely's 'nuff right 'n these bleachers 

 now — thar's 'Baldy Sours', he's a woodcutter — and 

 sure kin wrangle an axe, thar's Harry McDonald, they 

 sure rubbed soot in his Irish eyes, then thar's John 

 Jigger, the well digger — everybody's heerd tell on 

 'em, why " 



To the minute at 1 p. m. on each of the three days 

 these contests for world's championships begin, — and 

 almost to the minute at five they end. Roping, racing, 

 and relays, by cowboys, Indians, and cowgirls; 

 steer roping, maverick races, steer bulldogging; 

 riding bucking horses, steers, bulls, buffaloes, and 

 cows; stagecoach racing, Indian ceremonial and war 

 dances, trick riding, mounted tug of war, the grand 

 parade, and that wonderful finale, the wild horse race 

 — and to any one not versed in the ways of the open 

 West all of this is as instructive as it is entertaining. 



A glance convinces you that the men, women, horses 

 and steers are the real thing, and the sport — an out- 

 growth from the range — is genuine. It is the fastest 

 fight and fun to be found, in which a gripping, fas- 

 cinating life is enacted every moment. 



From grandstand to bleacher you will soon look out 

 on the swing and swirl of movement of a great sun- 

 flooded oval, framed by the rolling hills of Oregon, 

 where meet the greatest roughriders of the globe, com- 

 peting for world's championships on the worst outlaw 



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