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To Hear Him Tell It |
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" I've been in this yere country
Since late in fifty-nine,
I know every foot o' sage brush
Clear to the southern line.
Got my first bunch started up
Long in seventy-two,
Had to ride range with a long rope —
Now I'm tellin' you!
" Lordy, I kin remember
Them good ole early days
When we ust t' trail the herds north
*N forty different ways.
Jes'n point 'em from the beddin' groun*
An' let 'em drift right through,"
Said the reminiscent cowman,
" Now I'm tellin' you!
14 Yessir, trailed 'em up to Wichita,
Cross the Kansas line,
Made deliveries at Benton
As early as fifty-nine.
Turned 'em most to soldiers,
Some went to Injuns, too,
Beef wasn't nigh so high then —
Now I'm tellin' you!
" Son, I've fit nigh every Injun
That ever rbamed the plains, 'N I was one o' the best hands 37 |
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