Weekly journal-miner., 1919-06-25

away, the look of sardonic interest still in his eyes.
 A dozen "just common bronks' bucked high, low, fence-corner, sum- fish, around the field. Spurs, quirts and brides went to the punchers who stayed with them" and wholesale derision to the over-conhdent cham pions who made their pictures in the dirt" Then again that hush over the big crowd, followed by such cheers as greet a well-loved holder of the belt.
 The 'palomina' was coming, danc- ing in with the tripping step of a pretty girl at party; his yellow coat like sunshine, his waving mane and tail silky as woman's hair.
 He looked some dainty lady's pet till half a dozen "herders' came up with the saddle and hackamore. They had all been there before, but it took all six to get the saddle ron that round, unscarred back and cinch it fast, and as Lazy s" had predicted, they had to throw him, roll his head in a blanket, and hog tie all his feet to do it.
 Then he refused to get up; quirts, spurs and language" fell unheeded. His rider, Low Stirrups," a long thin Texan, climbed into the saddle and took up the reins A yellow catapult rose with a leap, revolved like a cyclone over to the front of the grandstand and in some uncanny fashion unloaded the Texan on top of the bcruffled parasoI of one of the town girls" in the front row of seats.
 Good-naturedly, a genuine horse laugh in his eyes, he waited the next conner, and the next. It was some thing of an honor to be thrown by that "d--d old yellow highbinder, " and If a fellow did happen to stay with him" But no one did. Palo- nina played to the grandstand he stayed in front of it and deposited his would-be riders around on all the soft spots that struck his fancy. When there were no more takers of the-dare in his gently-twinkling eyes he danced away, a little dusty but openly victorious.
 HThere was nothing fit to come after Palomina but the barbecue; the big gest cattiemen had given one, two, three or more fat steers, and the. best range cook in all the outfits took command of the baking. A day be- fore a big trench mad been dug, three feet deep, three feet across, and long for all the beef. Stones were laid along the edge and old wagon tires interlaced across the top and with a bed of glowing cedar coaIs it made a gridiron on which St Laur- ence might have enjoyed a broiling.
 It took all night and part of the forenoon to get the meat done to the boss cooks taste, and then with stacks of bread from the town bakery and helping from home lunch bas- ketS that barbecue was something to remember
 As an extra there might be baked bulls head; the heads of the fat steers, relied each in a big ball Of stiff r'Ud, hair on, and buried in pits of hot earth in which fires had been going for hours, Covered with earth and fire built on top they steamed alt night and next day the mud shell, broken away, carried the skin along with it and left the meat white and tender as a chicken.
 After the barbecue the flag-pick- ing, hat racing, barc-backed steer riding-everybody's fun Along Tn front of the grandstand small flags were stuck in the ground and the riders swept down, each stoopingN for 3 flag as he ran. Then hats were dropped along the course and the 5tooping rider caught the headgear and flung it over his horse as he ran. a too eager rider lost his oasance and fell and his comrades eered and advised him to go home md hoe the garden.
 But the bare-backcd riding We'll dozen "yearlings goin' on two" turned loose in the field, every man O rope ais mount on foot and get on i'm without help. That line-backed horthorn for mel Watch me do he Rairey act with that bald-face with the white socl1s!" Bet ye ten le throws vel" "Done!' Bet yc en ye can't stay with that dish-faCed oan!"
 The field was strcwn with unstcer d knights; the honors were easy with the steers. All but the dish aced roan," him the solemn, red .eaded Scotch boss of the Flying w outfit rode in state, face to tail and sing that convenient member for udder and spouting whole cantos of darmion as he careered over the icld of mingled glory and defeat. The Paying W boss had not been utting sandstorms with alllali water mce the last beef steer was gathered
 week back.