Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Fred's

her voice heard. Then, as the sound of the shooting died away a

, Uncle Fred? Are th

one on the train! Where is it, Mother? I

he Indians?" demanded Laddie, c

he pointed to a lot of men on horses comin

heir big revolvers in the air, making such a racket

oys!" yelled Russ. "Now

me see the cowboys!" cried Mu

ore often called. Then the men suddenly pulled back on the reins, and up in the air on their hind legs stoo

like a circus

father. "More like a Wild

nker, when the cowboys had quieted down, and had ridden

ride wild like that when they come in from their work and find visitors. They shoot

r?" aske

, and they want to make everybod

s come?" asked L

"At least not any around here now. Sometimes a few c

nd wash themselves for supper, or "grub," or "chuck," or "chow," as they called it, giv

d Laddie to Russ, as they went in th

sn't afraid

t I don't like Indians to come at you the

ndians I'd've lassoe

when you didn'

make one," d

ou lasso," o

ow," said Russ. "But I'

tayed out on the porch to see if the cowboys would again ride their horses around so wild

Laddie a

," agre

le Bunkers. They liked the place from the very

rock on one anothers' toes," Mother Bunker said. Back of this big apartment, called the living-room, was the dining-room. Then came the kitchen, and, off

some of the same things in it that the Bunkers had at home. The

asked him about it. "We pump it up into a tank with a gasolene engine pump, and then it runs int

will," said

ter their long journey, and then Uncle

cooking?" ask

s the answer. "He'

asked Rose, i

er uncle. "Bill is about six feet tall, and a

a man could cook

t to see me cook when I go camping and fishing. And

sked Rose.

te apron and a cap came into the room with a big tray balanced on his ha

y said--" and Rose blu

n't like my cooking I'll have her come out and show me

tter meal than that first one at Uncle Fred's, even if it was

as Grandma Bel

as Aunt Jo's,

e pulled a cookie out of his pocket. He h

house. They saw where the cowboys slept in the "bunk house," and looked

onies we are to ride?"

" he promised. "It's too far to g

hoot any more?" Lad

ather. "I guess they want a re

long journey, and sleeping in a regular bed was different from curling up in a berth made from seats

get that sort of meal just as well as he could cook a supper, and after taking plenty of mi

een unpacked, and as the weather was mild, though it was not qui

nnounced Russ, as he got up from the

I," sai

. "The cowboys have ridden over to the far end of the ranch

ee 'em?" asked Russ. "I w

e Fred. "I'm afraid you couldn't walk it. But you can go almo

steers or cows that might cha

ittle calves in a pen out near the barn, but t

id Daddy Bunker. "I'm eager to have a look at it. I'll tak

followed their father and mother and Un

oming?" asked

make a lasso

," adde

le Fred. "They can't do any damage nor come

iece of clothesline, which Bill Johnson, the cook, said he might take, an

in one end. That end is thrown over a horse, a cow, or anything else you want to catch. The loop, or noose, slips

cle Fred, were looking at the queer spring, which I'll tell

Uncle Fred, seeing that t

ted Laddie, for he had been r

to," said Uncle Fred. "That's al

e-he lassoed one of the little

ell, I guess what little lassoing Russ can do won

like anything and he says I'd better come and tell you! He lasso

Mrs. Bunker. "I might have