Frontier Ballads

A Collection of Traditional Western Songs
with Lyrics & Illustrations

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	FRONTIER BALLADS
	THE FUR TRADERS
	T HE moon, on plain and bluff and stream, Casts but a faint and fitful gleam, For, striving in a ghostly race, The clouds that rack across her face Now leave her drifting, white and high, In some clear lake of purple sky And then, like waves with crests upcurled, Obscure her radiance from the world. Across the wild Missouri's breast Which lies in icy armor dressed, The north wind howls and moans, Wrenching the naked trees that stand Like skeletons along the strand, To shrill and creaking groans. On distant butte and wide coteau Is snow and never-ending snow; Whirling aloft in spiral clouds,
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