East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1911-09-14

gripping her ribs in a wise of steel, trying to regain his equilibrium
by strong pulls on the halter rope. Again with a snort of rage she
went into the air, quarter turning, struck the ground with her four
feet in that narrow space and with a wool of disgust sprang sideways
During all this time the ~grandstand had been as silent as the
grave. But at the last turn of Blue Blazes there burst forth a mighty
yelled.
In the arena three men on horses dashed toward the bucking Blue
Blazes. One caught her halter, pulled her head up and started her t.
running, while another rode to the opposite side and, giving Bud
Summers assistance, transferred him from his saddle to a mount be-
hind the canteL
then another with. whats the matter, what is tx but no one had
time to answer me. Every one was yelling some eptheht at Bud Sum
mers or pouring volleys OF western Tan slang at the oqua% Greek
As far a 1 could see there had been no reason for this putting
an end to the show. Blue Blazes was still doing, what in my mind,
was some tall bucking, and Bud Summers was still in the saddle. L
couldn't understand it
from the Judges stand through the megaphOne.
"Bud Summers pulls leather on Blue Blazes," he repeated to the
At each announcement of this feat, either wonderful or disgrace
full, I didn't quite understand which, a mighty yell went up. [ af
forwards learned that for a rider there is less disgrace in hitting
the ground" that is being thrown outright, than in pulling leather"
which is grabbing the saddle horn or some part Of the stand to hold
And now the grand stand was a boiler factory of noise. Every,
body was talking gesticuleting, l@ @pghi g,a crying aG out out 81 greetings rmn and and
big catteman- turned to look at him-his face was red but there
was a smile about his lips and his eyes twinkled. -.
"Say, you got any more beet pullers down there on Squaw Creek,
"You Just bet we have" the catheman replied good naturally,
neither did he mention anything about Sid Summers, the famous rid
ing brother 5 OF bud summers sum me- so un fd1d 1ne G Tdnn mae bao usI b HO" tG I|' his s
neighbor quietly.
shucks, Bud, he never could ride some. knowed it all along.
But you lust wait till Sid gets a chance at 'em. He can ride"
But the Squaw Creek crowd was doomed to disappointment, for
.5or,e nea abo Sy two Sa stp pp . high', with I a a GOOD Spt cement pte Foundations nla In ii" the
first place Sid was disguised that he should have had the bum luck
,U usa dou iHI d i sasi'f for p Sid was sD a classy in ss rider asSera and ID" from n ali indi
cations Hat could not buck hard enough to interest a novice. They
s SID Making iim;t the f HmIsi if he eI had . ride id a aH ppw horse like ct that
Hat required neither b5in n3ed nor snub: b.; She t stood Sd like = =
her around so that his back would be to the grandstand. He had not
the strength to face the crowd in such a joke. Everybody in the
.tgrandstand was smiling and joking about the classy rider from Squaw
Get him a step ladder" some one called as Sid prepared to!
Sid swung into the saddle and gave vent to his disgust and anger
BY y, driving both spurs p4r;o into INTO .Hats" . ribs HAT, T, merely ely switched gHs ned her ns
other raking along the flanks and she kicked out wildly with both hind
f fee, I s"m gEpnd stand tam TIN 5nrf SeSinS t to e5Pl0 ond e s2as1ed hsr a With 1n d Tona
She beloved like a COW and then the fireworks began. In a second she
p pas "p en- He ar bic gG bulk n0rs a ndS fell n"n ns sh f"'H sun "a iipaIS fou rfpcesi
and ~sidewinded until the grand stand thought they had never seen such
filed best exhibition Of real, genuine bucEing the Roundu had ever
seen. Sid Summers began to take on new life de straishtened up
settled down to ride, just to show what a good rider could do. He al
ready felt himself assured a place in the finals. About the fourth
a little bit forward and her hind legs slightly bent under her. And
Just as her feet hit the ground she Strengthened out her neck and tail
and humping her back to a nice dizzy heighth, she shook herself like
a dog coming out of the water.
Glass or no class, bucking or no buckng, it made no difference
Nobody knows just exactly how it / happened or why, even Sid himself
couldn't tell, but he rolled off and landed in a heap in the dust at her
feet. "Hat" calmly stepped over him, turned around and looked at
the grand stand as if to say, "Now what do you think of that" The
grand stand got up on its feet and threw things at one another
As [ sat down | began to laugh, slowly and silently, as | reviewed
the scene, and in a moment | was holding both my sides. Even the
who came out to take Hat out of the arena had broad smiles on
their faces, while poor Sid Summers got up and limped off the arena
toward the Indian quarter, and the entire Squaw Greek bunch went
out to take a drink.
That was my first day at the Pendleton Roundup. I had intend
ed going only one day, the first, for had expected something in the
nature of a country fair and a charity circus. That night I rode buck
ing horses all night, and the next morning, taking a lunch in my pock
ct, l was early on the grounds, securing a good seat and sat. there for
six hours, forgetting all business and everything and for three days
lived in that thrill of the west, either old or new az YOU are a mind 70
call, but to me a west that rivalled all fiction.
What Their" is about it, or to it, to get you and hold YOU like that
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