THE ROUND-UP 



But Hunter has still head enough to save himself 

 from being gored by lying motionless face downward 

 in the dirt. 



Whish ! his helper's rope sings through the air just 

 in time. Herders now quickly lift him to his feet. A 

 wave of his hand assures us that, at least from his 

 point of view, though a bit mauled, he is uninjured. 

 A mighty cheer goes up in recognition of the gamest 

 fight in this contest ever witnessed at the Round-Up. 

 Hunter's battle is an epic. Even the hard-boiled buck- 

 aroos agree that he was beaten by a steer that would 

 have beaten anyone. 



In these contests of men and brutes on even terms, 

 often with all the odds in the favor of the latter, one 

 sees men with determined souls win out in struggles 

 which grip deep and make the blood tingle, and cause 

 a latent call of the wild to surge in healthy response to 

 the great living, panting West before him. 



You hasten to record in your note book that your 

 evening and morning calisthenics and your setting up 

 exercises, even your work with the gloves of which 

 you are rather proud, is child's play beside steer bull- 

 dogging. 



HOOK 'EM COW 



"Let 'er buck I" This slogan generally signifies that 

 some famous outlaw horse is about to be mounted by 

 the rider who has drawn him the night before at the 

 Round-Up headquarters. But this time it is black 

 "Sharkey," the famous nineteen hundred and twenty- 

 five pound, unridable bucking bull, who, in charge of 

 his "wranglers," is just poking his nose from the 

 corral and is soon followed by the contingent of bulls, 

 buffaloes, and steers. 



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