to lick his wounds, which is certainly not true in the
case of the injuries they inflict on each other in fighting. Besides
which, it happens but once in a lifetime, and is over in ten seconds; a
comfort denied to those of us who have our teeth filled.

In the meantime two other calves had been roped by the two other men.
One of the little animals was but a few months old, so the rider did
not bother with its hind legs, but tossed his loop over its neck.
Naturally, when things tightened up, Mr. Calf entered his objections,
which took the form of most vigorous bawlings, and the most comical
bucking, pitching, cavorting, and bounding in the air. Mr. Frost's
bull-calf alone in pictorial history shows the attitudes. And then, of
course, there was the gorgeous contrast between all this frantic and
uncomprehending excitement and the absolute matter-of-fact
imperturbability of horse and rider. Once at the fire, one of the men
seized the tightened rope in one hand, reached well over the animal's
back to get a slack of the loose hide next the belly, lifted strongly,
and tripped. This is called "bull-dogging." As he knew his business,
and as the calf was a small one, the little beast went over promptly,
bit the ground with a whack, and was pounced upon and held.

Such good luck did not always follow, however. An occasional and
exceedingly husky bull yearling declined to be upset in any such
manner. He would catch himself on one foot, scramble vigorously, and
end by struggling back to the upright. Then ten to one he made a dash
to get away. In such case he was generally snubbed up short enough at
the end of the rope; but once or twice he succeeded in running around a
group absorbed in branding. You can imagine what happened next. The
rope, attached at one end to a conscientious and immovable horse and at
the other to a reckless and vigorous little bull, swept its taut and
destroying way about mid-knee high across that group. The brander and
marker, who were standing, promptly sat down hard; the bull-doggers,
who were sitting, immediately turned several most capable somersaults;
the other calf arose and inextricably entangled his rope with that of
his accomplice. Hot irons, hot language, and dust filled the air.

Another method, and one requiring slightly more knack, is to grasp the
animal's tail and throw it by a quick jerk across the pressure of the
rope. This is productive of some fun if it fails.

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