It has been an especial pleasure for me to write this book. During the past summer I covered about seven thousand miles of our great western country, and I have seen many of the places herein described. I have also been touched by our warm western hospitality, and have had the added pleasure of meeting some of my young readers face to face.
eld with a rope, and the representation of a bear was swung from the lower limb of an old apple tree. Then another smaller line was fastened at one side, so that the "bear" could be swung to and fro.
"You can do the first shooting," said Dave to his chums. "I'll play bellman." And he pulled on the side rope, so that the door swung like the pendulum of a clock.
"Hi! don't swing too fast!" called out Phil. "Sixty seconds to the minute, remember."
He took his position, and watching his chance, fired.
"How's that?" he asked, after the report had died away.
"Hit his bearship in the left ear," announced Dave.
"Humph! I aimed for his right eye!"
The senator's son now tried his luck and managed to hit the representation of a bear in the tail. This made all the lads laugh, and Roger and Phil called on Dave to show his skill.
"I don't think this revolver works very well," said the senator's son, handing the weapon to Dave. "The trigger seems to catch in some way."
A rip-roaring cowboy yarn with a decidedly unexpected twist.
Dr. Dave Porter arrives at the rough-and-tumble Star Ranch and is immediately designated a 'dude' and a 'fancy boy'. All the cowboys and wranglers tease him mercilessly.
Until...he successfully treats the painful hemorrhoid condition of cowboy Hank 'Jumbo' Callihan. Then, how all the other cowboys loved and admired him. And he becomes the legendary...DR. DAVE PORTER---FRONTIER PROCTOLOGIST!