THE ROUND-UP 



is down, and gets off with but a slight cut on the head. 

 But the eyes of the crowd are centered on Sledge- 

 hammer, the big dapple-grey farther along. His 

 head is now snubbed by the snubbing rope which is 

 "half hitched" around the saddle horn of the mounted 

 wrangler, who, seated in the saddle, holds the power- 

 ful, vicious brute close nose up to the horn. 



Sledgehammer does all that is expected of him and 

 a little more. Not satisfied with charging the wrangler 

 out of saddle, he strikes at him with fore legs, clears 

 him out of the saddle and then jumps after him him- 

 self, landing squarely in the saddle of the snubbing 

 horse, all four feet gathered under him, reaching a 

 sensational climax when he rides the other smaller 

 animal to the ground. 



"Swing to 'im Red." It's "Red" Parker mount- 

 ing that harmless-looking little beast, "Culdesac." 

 The bleachers tell you that both horse and rider are 

 well known. He bucks ! Watch the lightning-like 

 plunges of the vicious equine devil, twisting and turn- 

 ing like an electrified grapevine. 



"Ride 'im, cowboy," and ride him he does until 

 taken up. 



"Saddle 'im or bust," yells a pock-marked, freckle- 

 faced ranch hand from up Gibbon way, as Winna- 

 mucca Jack and the outfit of wranglers fight it out 

 with a bad actor. It's this new horse, that spotted 

 Indian Cayuse, McKay, to which the interest now 

 gravitates, as well as to the youngest rider who ever 

 rode at the Round-Up — Darrell Cannon a fourteen 

 year old buckaroo. 



Old Winnamucca after the Indian's habit of affec- 

 tion for children seems to have a genuine paternal in- 

 terest in the young kid. The blindfold is on, then the 



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