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The Disappointed Tenderfoot |
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He vainly sought for a bad cayuse and the swirl and
swish of the flying noose,
And the cowboy's yell as he roped a steer, but nothing of this fell on his ear.
Not even a wide-brimmed hat he spied, but derbies flourished on every side,
And the spurs and the " chaps" and the flannel shirts, the high-heeled boots and the guns and
the quirts,
The cowboy saddles and silver bits and fancy bridles and swell outfits
He'd read about in the novels grim, were not on hand for the likes of him.
He peered about for a stagecoach old, and a miner-
man with a bag of gold, And a burro train with its pack-loads which he'd
read they tie with the diamond hitch. The rattler's whir and the coyote's wail ne'er
sounded out as he hit the trail; And no one knew of a branding bee or a steer
roundup that he longed to see. But the oldest settler named Six-Gun Sim rolled a
cigarette and remarked to him: " The West hez gone to the East, my son, and it's
only in tents sich things is done." E. A. Brinninstool. |
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