let go and the chief wiped his hand on a dog,
and the dog got some of the electricity and ki yield to beat the band. 
Then Pa shook hands with everybody, and they all went through the 
same kind of performance, and were scared silly at the supernatural 
power Pa seemed to have. The squaws seemed to get more electricity 
than the buck Indians, 'cause Pa squeezed harder, and the way they 
danced and cut up didoes would make you think they had been drinking. 
Finally Pa touched them all with his magic wand, and then they 
prepared a feast and celebrated their engagement to go with the circus, 
and we packed up and got ready to go to a cattle round up the next day 
at a ranch outside the Indian reservation, where Pa was to engage some 
cowboys for the show. As we left the headquarters on the reservation 
the next morning all the Indians went with us for a few miles, cheering 
us, and Pa waved his hands to them, and said, "bless you, me children," 
and looked so wise, and so good, and great that I was proud of him. 
The squaws threw kisses at pa, and when we had left them, and had got 
out of sight, Pa said, "Those Indians will give the squaws a walloping 
when they get back to camp, but who can blame them for falling in 
love with the great father?" and then pa winked, and put spurs to his 
pony and we rode across the mesa, looking for other worlds to conquer. 
[Illustration: "The Chief's Knees Knocked Together."] 
On the way to the ranch where we were to meet the cowboys and 
engage enough to make the show a success, the cowboy Pa had along 
told Pa that it might be easy enough to fool Indians with the great father 
dodge, and the electric battery, and all that, but when he struck a mess 
of cowboys he would find a different proposition, 'cause he couldn't 
fool cowboys a little bit. He said if Pa was going to hire cowboys, he 
had got to be a cowboy himself, and if he couldn't rope steers he would 
have to learn, 'cause cowboys, if they were to be led in the show by pa, 
would want him to be prepared to rope anything that had four feet. Pa 
said while he didn't claim to be an expert, he had done some roping, 
and could throw a lasso, and while he didn't always catch them by the 
feet, when he tried to, he got the rope over them somewhere, and if the 
horse he rode knew its business he ultimately got his steer, and he 
would be willing to show the boys what he could do. 
We got to the cow camp in time for dinner, and our cowboy introduced 
Pa to the cowboys around the chuck wagon, and told them Pa was an 
old cowboy who had traveled the Texas trail years ago, and was one of
the best horsemen in the business, a manager of a show that was adding 
a wild west department and wanted to hire 40 or more of the best ropers 
and riders, at large salaries, to join the show, and that Pa considered 
himself the legitimate successor of Buffalo Bill, and money was no 
object. Well, the boys were tickled to meet pa, and some said they had 
heard of him when he was roping cattle on the frontier, and that tickled 
pa, and they smoked cigarettes, and finally saddled up and began to 
brand calves and rope cattle to get them where they belonged, each 
different brand of cattle being driven off in a different direction, and we 
had the most interesting free show of bucking horses and roping cattle I 
ever saw. Pa watched the boys work for a long time, and complimented 
them, or criticised them for some error, until the crazy spirit seemed to 
get into him, and he thought he could do it as well as any of the boys, 
and he told our cowboy that whenever the boys got tired he would like 
to get on a buckskin pony that one of the men was riding, and show that 
while a little out of practice he could stand a steer on its head, and get 
off his horse and tie the animal in a few seconds beyond the record 
time. 
I told Pa he better hire a man to do it for him, but he said, "Hennery, 
here is where your Pa has got to make good, or these cowboys won't 
affiliate. You take my watch and roll, 'cause no one can tell where a 
fellow will land when he gets his steer," and I took pa's valuables and 
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