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Title: Let 'er buck, a story of the passing of the old West
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Furlong, Charles Wellington, 1874-
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life Cowboys
Publisher: New York, Putnam
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ndcow-punched with the Vaqueros of the Venezuelanllanos. . . . And naturally he loves the ways of the OldWest, so gloriously repictured, in action and spirit,each year at the Pendleton Round-Up—and loves theRound-Up itself, whose story as here recorded be-comes a lasting chapter in the history of the well-wonWest. Last autumn Furlong and I were automobiling nearNew York City. We talked of Oregon, because weboth love its mountains, forests, and far-flung grainand cattle lands. The Round-Ups a book in itself, said I, remi-niscing of Pendleton. Of course, he replied. And I am going to writeit. You publish it. He did. We did. There is a very large measure of personal satisfac-tion in being associated with this book, and an equalpleasure in recalling the characteristically enthusiasticsupport which the project has received from Pendletonand her people. . . . And it is a further satisfaction torealize that Let Er Buck undoubtedly will causemany Eastern readers to go West and see for them-
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Photo by Charles Wellington Furlong A Fight to a Finish PUTTING ON THE BRAND selves this wonderful Roiind-Up spectacle—which isonly another way of predicting their ultimate gratitudeto author and publisher! G. P. P. New York, June, 1921. uc THE FIRST THROW OF THE ROPEAND WHY Sh!—Shes asleep! The tallest, roughest appear-ing of five big, hard-boiled looking men raised a quietbut warning finger to a newcomer and pointed fartherdown the car. The train was a little freight with apassenger annex that runs over the dust-swept plainsand through some little jerkwater towns of centralWashington. Pretty Miss Virginia had heard the call of the Westand came. Fatigued by a year of teaching and repres-sion in a tight, little sectarian college she was nowspeeding toward freedom and the great outdoors to aWestern uncles ranch. The newcomer now made the seventh passenger—six were men—she was the seventh. Her eyes hadwearied of the miles of fascinating, desert-lookingcountry with no signs of li

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