__ By IUCRECE HUDGINS
•••Bucky straddled the bird. Immediately a remark
able tiling happened.
SYNOPSIS: Georgie Sanders,
7, who calls himself "Kid Bucka
roo. Terror of the West," writes
Santa Claus, asking for some real
live fighting Indians for Christ
mas. Mortimer Moonface, a little
fairy, finds the note and writes to
Bucky, saying Santa is having
trouble with Indians in Santa
Land and could use his help.
CHAPTER THREE
BUCKY MMETS SNOWBIRD
Of course Bucky wasn’t afraid
of going to Santa Land. The only
trouble was he had not the slight
est idea how to get to it.
“It’s North, I’m certain,” he told
himself. But where was north? He
rode his stick horse, Fellow, down
the sidewalks erf his neighborhood
until he found a sign saying:
‘ Take North Bound Buses Here.”
* When a bus rolled to the curb
Bucky hopped aboard. Away the
bus went round and about the city
to places Bucky never had gone
before. Presently the driver called
Bucky up and said, “Where’s your
fare?”
Bucky’s mouth fell open. “I
don't have any money,” he whis
pered.
The driver stopped the bus and
put Bucky off. There he was—
surrounded by skyscrapers, the
traffic spinning past him. He felt
a million miles from home and
f'
yet was certainly not very near
Santa Land.
He asked a newsboy the way to
Santa Land. The boy growled,
“Scram!” He asked a lady if she
knew the way. She said, “You
dear boy, are you all ready for
Christmas?” He asked a street
cleaner who said, “Why go to
Santa Land? You can see Santa in
any department store.”
Bucky was tired, hungry and
almost ready to cry when he found
himself in a quiet park. He sat
down on a bench. Immediately a
voice said, “You’re sitting on me!”
Bucky sprang up and stared at
a tiny little man no bigger than
your finger. “I—oh, I’m sorry,” he
stammered. “But you’re so little!”
“That’s what they call me,” said
the man. “Little Tiny. But who
are you?”
“Fme Kid Buckaroo,” said
Bucky in a rather forlorn voice.
“Why,” exclaimed Tiny. “Can it
be that you are the Terror of the
West?”
“How did you know?” cried
Bucky in astonishment.
“I heard my friend, Mortimer
Moonface, talking about you last
night. He said you were going to
fight Jindian or Indians or some
thing in Santa Land.”
Buckv’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, I
am! That is—if I can every find
my way there.”
Tiny considered for a moment.
Then he said, “Mr. Buckarcro, I
can get you to Santa Land. We
little folk don’t like for real peo
ple to know our secrets but I
think Santa is in danger and I’d
like to help you.”
“Oh, if you could help me!”
cried Bucky. “Look—just see—I
have two guns. And a lasso. And
my horse, Fellow. I'm a real In
dian fighter.”
“Well, we shall see,” said Tiny.
He led Bucky across the park to
the City Zoo, and to a cage of
birds. Tiny whistled softly. In
stantly a snow white bird squeez- ,
ed through the wire net of the
cage and dropped to Tiny’s side.
“This is Snow Bird,” said Tiny.!
“He’s a kind of taxi. He takes us
little folk wherever we want to j
go. You can ride him to Santa
Land-” j
Bucky stared at the bird unbe-;
lievingly. “He doesn’t fit me!” he
exclaimed.
“Try and see,” said Tiny.
Obediently Bucky straddled the
bird. Immediately a most remark
able thing happened! Bucky grew
smaller and smaller until he was
no larger than Tiny. Even his pis
tols and lasso and stick horse had
shrunk to fit him.
“Away you go! Hang on!”
shouted Tiny.
Without a sound Snow Bird
rose in the air with the enchanted
Bucky riding his back as easily as
a man rides a horse.
CHAPTER FOUR
AIR AIR FIGHT
Bucky rode Snow Bird through
the sky hardly daring to breathe, j
Never had a cowboy anywhere
had such a ride! They zoomed
through misty clouds, rode down
drafts almost to the grountl, then
circled and quickly rose into the
blue again.
They passed over many cities
and mountain peaks and oceans
and still Snow Bird flew on. Fi
nally Bucky could hold his ex
citement no longer. He threw
back his head and screamed.
“Yippi ai ki-ay!”
Snow Bird was so surprised he
plunged a thousand feet before
recovering. Then he turned his
head and peered with one eye at
Bucky. “I beg your pardon?”
It was the first word he had
spoken and Bucky himself might
have fallen in surprise if he had
not had such a tight grasp on
Snow Bird’s feathers.
“That’s cowboy talk,” he apol
ogized. “It means — well it just
means ‘Watch out here I come,” I
guess.”
Wham! Ducky landed a bloiu on tha I atuk's back
“I say, that’s very interesting!”
said Snow Bird. “I’ll try some of
it.”
With that he let out a most ear
shattering quawk! “That’s yippi
ai ki-ap,” he explained. “How did
it sound?”
“Wonderful!” cried Bucky ex
citedly. “Look, watch this-” He
lacked his legs around Snow Bird,
pulled out both six-shooters and
began shooting up the whole sky.
Snow Bird squawked “Yippi ai
ki-ay” in approval and the two of
them, bird and boy, made such a
thunder as had not been heard
under those heavens for many a
day.
They were having so much fun
neither one saw the hawk who
flew up from the forests below in
a fury over the strange noises.
When the hawk say the tiny cow
boy riding the white bird he was
even more angry because he
thought it was some fierce creature
which meant harm to him.
With a shriek of his own, the
hawk dived on Snow Bird. Just
in time Bucky yelled a warning.
Snow Bird swerved and the hawk
passed beside them.
Now begun a ferocious chase.
Bucky clung with both hands to
Snow Bird. The bird dipped and
rose, swerved and zagged through
the clouds.
Twice the hawk got close
. enough to jab with his terrible
j beak and drops of blood spilled
j through Snow Bird’s whi'c feath
| ers.
Bucky could feel the bird’s
heart hammering under his legs.
He knew the bird, wounded and
exhausted, could not las: much
longer. Then he remembered who
he was: Kid Buckaroo, Terror of
the West!
• #
With a yell he brought up his
pistols and aimed them a: the ap
proaching hawk. Then he stopped
banging and threw the six-shoot
ers at the hawk’s head.
The hawk swerved and came
again. Bucky snatched at his dear
stick horse, Fellow, and swung it
at the attacker. Wham he landed
j a blow c?n the hawk’s back. The
hawk wheeled, shrieked and dis
: appeared in a cloud.
I
But a hawk does not n:ve up
easily. Again he roared out and,
descending with wings spread
wide, brushed the stick horse
from Bucky’s hand and made an
other wound in Snow Bird’s neck
as he passed.
Now it was over. Snow Bird fal
| tered. His wings fluttered uncer
tainly. He began to dr:fA slowly
■ toward the earth.
The furious hawk turned once
again above them as if to attack.
(Next: Santa Land at Last)
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