My Brother, Theodore RooseveltRobinson, Corinne Roosevelt
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My Brother, Theodore Roosevelt
Robinson, Corinne Roosevelt
Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919
During our stay, my original failure to leap, on my arrival, “from
the locomotive to the back of a bucking bronco” had more or less been
effaced from the memory of the cowboys by subsequent adventures, and
the last day that we spent under the cottonwood-trees, by the banks of
the Little Missouri, was made significant by the “surprise” gotten up
by Merrifield and Sylvane for the special edification of my brother
and husband. The surprise took the form of the “wrastling” of a calf
by no less a person than myself! Merrifield had taught me to rope an
animal, Sylvane had shown me with praiseworthy regularity the method
of throwing a calf, and the great occasion was heralded amongst the
other members of the party by an invitation to sit on the fence of the
corral at three o’clock, the last afternoon of our visit to Elkhorn,
and thus witness the struggle between a young woman of the East and
a bovine denizen of the Western prairies. The corral, a plot of very
muddy ground (having been watered by a severe rain the night before),
was walled in by a fence, and generally used when we wished to keep
the ponies from straying. On this occasion, however, it was emptied
of all _but_ the calf, which was to be the object of my efforts and
prowess. I was then introduced by Merrifield, very much as the circus
rider used to be introduced in the early Barnum and Bailey days;
then followed a most gruelling pantomime; the calf, which was of an
unusually unpleasant size, galloped around the corral and I, knee-deep
in mud, galloped after it, and finally succeeded in achieving the
first necessity, which was to rope it around the neck. After that, the
method of procedure was as follows: The “wrastler”--on this occasion
my unfortunate self--was supposed to get close enough to the animal in
question to throw himself or herself across the back of the galloping
calf, with the purpose of catching the left leg of the animal, the leg,
in fact, farthest away from one’s right arm. If this deed could be
accomplished and the leg forcibly bent under the calf, both calf and
rider would go down in an inextricable heap, and the “wrastling” of the
calf would be complete.
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