East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-09-24
"A Story The Roundup is Proud OF
ninuedFr Page Fourteen

To the ground like a cat, then shoots
from the wrnglers like a bombshell.
Kicks, rears and plunges In the vain
effort to loose those clinging legs from
his sides, finally displaying his tenn
per in vain attempts to reach them
with his teeth. Couch plays his
game well and makes a wonderful
ride; likewise does Gavin, who is up
second and has drawn Lightfoot. See
that wicked little sunfisher hunch,
dive and twist his best, but the Idaho
boy does not even show daylight!
There Is little TO choose between the
two rides. They have been executed
In the same spirit of game sportsman
ship as Corporal Roy Hunters bout
with Texas longhorn, that thrilled
the entire throng and made him per-
maps the chief hero of the Roundup.
Now that great, powerful sorrel,
Long Tom. is led out and saddled. No
one has been on the veteran outlaws
back since the last Roundup.
Let 'er buck" comes from all
sides. The air quiyers with expec-
fancy as Mccormack settles himself
in the saddle as nonchalantly as
though he might be testing his stir
rup lengths instead OF being turned
loose to vie for the worlds cham
pionship on the toughest brute that
Oregon could secure.
The Worlds Champion Buckaroo.
stay with i'm cowboy" came the
old cry. as Long Tom broke like
boomerang into that terrific pound
ing. bounding buck which, If It does
not unseat most riders in the first
three jumps shakes their daylights
so that they welcome hitting the
ground. The great brute snorts and
groans with rage in the effort to
shake the thing from his back.
Wow! WOW! WOW! Stay a long
time cowbOy!' yells the buckaroo
contingent. "You have got i'm.
Mack" And he has, for Mccormack
is sitting straight-up; and, although
across the arena the outlaw pounds
the earth in a way that must rattle
teeth and bones loose, Mccormack
though
Flip, flop, dive or hunch,
Just sticks him like burr.
Crash. go the fence splinters.
Scratch i'm Pete" yells the
mounted buckaroo with a grin as the
big sorrel weaves and bounds his
rocky way by the mounted contingent
but Mccormack stops at ':raking" the
worlds champion outlaw with his
spurs. for the man probably dies not
live who could do that and still stay
on his back
Like the devil that he is. he weaves
and bounds half way around the
arena, Mccormack still not only rid.
ing but riding in the truest form, anc
as the herders pick him up pande
monium breaks loose. The grea
arena goes wild. and even the grand
stand throws things at one another
for everyone knows that McCormacl
has ridden into fame and the world
championship on the back of tn,
worlds most famous outlaw.
A thrill of the past must be fel
by every one in that vast throng whel
in the late afternoon glow the twt
numbering four horse stage coache
draw near the start. There are mel
sitting there, watching, who in III,
holding OF the reins in days gone b,
held life as well. The rules pre-
scribe driver, lash plier, ani passen
ger. Crack! go the long whips, an
they are off Breaking into full
speed, the old carriers rock on tn
turns like ancient galleons in tn
seaway, going at gain that surpris
ed even some OF the old timers-an,
well 1t may, for Smiths outfit is run
ming away. On the back stretch
wheel horse stumbles and falls. tn
pole breaks and with a smash hear
over the entire audience you sc
driver, lash plier and passenger cata
pulled from the coach headlong int
the melee of struggling horses. Or
dianarily folk would have been killed
but, being merely daredevil COW
boys. they spring for control of thei
chaps, and cuss blue streak at thei
luck.
The end of those wonderful thre
days of thrills and spills comes wit
the great climax of the wild-hors
race.
The Crashing Climax.
over against the dull glow of tn
west from where the half dust storI
is now sweeping across central Ore
gon. filling the air with that peculia
mellow haze a denser cloud suddenl
sweeps from the corrals as 90 viii
horses. never before saddled. swee
! like a tornado around the track.
From in front of the grandstan
twenty bronzed cowboys leave {
many helpers each at his place al
signed, and sweep like a second to-
nado around to meet this stamped
ing herd of unbroken bunch gras
ers.". There Is clash. Some CO
lide. some go down. In this fightir
plunging, rearing. kicking chaos son
rope their horses and eventual
work them over to their station
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