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<small>SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER</small>
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  <p class="i2">   "<i>When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">     <i>And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays,</i> </p>
  <p class="i2">   <i>Richer and statelier then you'll reign,</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">     <i>Mother of men whom the world will praise.</i> </p>
  <p class="i2">   <i>And your sons will love you and sigh for you,</i> </p>
  <p class="i2">   <i>Labor and battle and die for you,</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">     <i>But never the fondest will understand</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">     <i>The way we have loved you, young, young land.</i>" </p>
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<h1>
    SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
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<big><b>BY BADGER CLARK</b></big>
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<small>Illustrations from Photographs by</small><br />L. A. HUFFMAN
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<small>
THIRD EDITION
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  BOSTON<br />
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<big>RICHARD G. BADGER</big><br />
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  THE GORHAM PRESS
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Copyright, 1915, 1917 and 1919 by Badger Clark
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MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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<span class="sc">The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.</span>
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<big>TO MY FATHER,</big>
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<i>who, in his long life, has seldom been<br />
conscious of a man's rough exterior, or<br />
unconscious of his obscurest virtue.</i>
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<h2>
    PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION
</h2>

<p>
Cowboys are the sternest critics of those who would represent the West.
No hypocrisy, no bluff, no pose can evade them.
</p>
<p>
Yet cowboys have made Badger Clark's songs their own. So readily have
they circulated that often the man who sings the song could not tell
you where it started. Many of the poems have become folk songs of the
West, we may say of America, for they speak of freedom and the open.
</p>
<p>
Generous has been the praise given <i>Sun and Saddle Leather</i>, but
perhaps no criticism has summed up the work so satisfactorily as the
comment of the old cow man who said, "You can break me if there's a
dead poem in the book, I read the hull of it. Who in H&mdash;&mdash; is this kid
Clark, anyway? I don't know how he knowed, but he <i>knows</i>."
</p>
<p>
That is what proves Badger Clark the real poet. He knows. Beyond his
wonderful

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           presentation of the West is the quality of universal appeal
that makes his work real art. He has tied the West to the universe.
</p>
<p>
The old cow man is not the only one who has wondered who Badger Clark
was. Charles Wharton Stork speaking of <i>Sun and Saddle Leather</i>, said,
"It has splendid flavor and fine artistic handling as well. I should
like to know more of the author, whether he was a cow puncher or merely
got inside his psychology by imagination."
</p>
<p>
Badger Clark was brought up in the West. As a boy he lived in Deadwood,
South Dakota. The town at that time was trying to live down the
reputation for exuberant indecorum which she had acquired during the
gold rush; but her five churches operating two hours a week could make
little headway against the competition of two dance halls and
twenty-six saloons running twenty-four hours a day.
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<p>
Perhaps it was these early impressions that make <i>The Piano at Red's</i>
in Mr. Clark's later volume <i>Grass Grown Trails</i> so vivid.
</p>

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<p class="i2">   Scuffling feet and thud of fists, </p>
<p class="i4">     Curses hot as fire&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Still the music sang of love, </p>
<p class="i4">     Longin', lost desire, </p>
<p class="i2">   Dreams that never could have been </p>
<p class="i4">     Joys that couldn't stay&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   While the man upon the floor </p>
<p class="i4">     Wiped the blood away. </p>
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<p>
After Clark had grown up, in the cow country near the Mexican border,
he stumbled unexpectedly into paradise. He was given charge of a small
ranch and the responsibility for a bunch of cattle just large enough to
amuse him, but too small to demand a full day's work once a month. The
sky was persistently blue, the sunlight was richly golden, the folds of
the barren mountains and the wide reaches of the range were

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                                                            full of many
lovely colors, and his nearest neighbor was eight miles away.
</p>
<p>
The cow men who dropped in for a meal now and then in the course of
their interminable riding appeared to have ridden directly out of books
of adventure, with old-young faces full of sun wrinkles, careless
mouths full of bad grammar, strange oaths and stranger yarns, and
hearts for the most part as open and shadowless as the country they
daily ranged.
</p>
<p>
In the evenings as Clark placed his boot heels on the porch railing,
smote the strings of his guitar and broke the tense silence of the
warm, dry twilight with song, he often wondered, as his eyes rested
dreamily on the spikey yuccas that stood out sharp and black against
the clear lemon color of the sunset west, why hermit life in the desert
was traditionally a sad, penitential affair.
</p>
<p>
In a letter to his mother a month or two

<span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage11" name="nopage11"></a>[pg]</span>

                                         after settling in Arizona he
found prose too weak to express his utter content and perpetrated his
first verses. She, with natural pride, sent the verses to a magazine,
the old <i>Pacific Monthly</i>, and a week or two later the desert dweller
was astonished beyond measure to receive his first editorial check.
The  discovery that certain people in the world were willing to pay
money for such rhymes as he could write bent the whole course of his
subsequent life, for good or evil, and the occasional lyric impulse
hardened into a habit which has consumed much of his time and most of
his serious thought since that date. The verses written to his mother
were <i>Ridin'</i>, the first poem in his first book, <i>Sun and Saddle
Leather</i>, and the greater part of the poems in both <i>Sun and Saddle
Leather</i> and <i>Grass Grown Trails</i> were written in Arizona.
</p>
<p>
<i>Sun and Saddle Leather</i> and <i>Grass Grown Trails</i> are books of Western
songs, simple

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              and ringing and yet with an ample vision that makes them
unique among poems written in a local vernacular. The spirit of them
is eternal, the spirit of youth in the open, and their background is
"God's Reserves," the vast reach of Western mesa and plain that will
always remain free&mdash;"the way that it was when the world was new."
</p>
<p>
Every poem carries a breath of plains, wind-flavored with a tang of
camp smoke; and, varied as they are in tune and tone, they do not
contain a single note that is labored or unnatural. They are of native
Western stock, as indigenous to the soil as the agile cow ponies whose
hoofs evidently beat the time for their swinging measures; and it is
this quality, as well as their appealing music, that has already given
them such wide popularity, East and West.
</p>
<p>
That they were born in the saddle and written for love rather than for
publication

<span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage13" name="nopage13"></a>[pg]</span>

            is a conviction that the reader of them can hardly escape.
From the impish merriment of <i>From Town</i> to the deep but fearless piety
of <i>The Cowboy's Prayer</i>, these songs ring true; and are as healthy as
the big, bright country whence they came.
</p>
<p>
In 1917, about the time our first edition of <i>Sun and Saddle Leather</i>
began to run low, we fortunately discovered L. A. Huffman, of Miles
City, Montana, the illustrator who in 1878 began taking photographs
from the saddle with crude cameras he made over to meet his needs.
These same views were the first of the now famous "Huffman Pictures,"
beginning with the Indians and buffaloes round about Ft. Keogh on the
Yellowstone where he was post photographer for General Miles' army
during those stirring territorial days. The Huffman Studio is still one
of the show places of Miles City, and the sales headquarters also for
Montana and adjacent states

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                            for both of Mr. Clark's books, <i>Sun and
Saddle Leather</i> and <i>Grass Grown Trails</i>. In a recent letter Mr. Huffman
says, "I have just come back from a trip to 'Powder River' and along the
Wyoming-Montana border. It's all too true! Clark saw and wrote it none
too soon in <i>The Passing of the Trail</i>."
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<p class="i2">   The trail's a lane, the trail's a lane. </p>
<p class="i2">   Dead is the branding fire. </p>
<p class="i2">   The prairies wild are tame and mild </p>
<p class="i2">   All close-corralled with wire. </p>
<p class="i2">   The sunburnt demigods who ranged </p>
<p class="i2">   And laughed and loved so free </p>
<p class="i2">   Have topped the last divide, or changed </p>
<p class="i2">   To men like you and me. </p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page7" name="page7"></a>[7]</span></p>

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    CONTENTS
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<tr><td>  Ridin'                         </td><td align="right"><a href="#page13">13</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Song of the Leather        </td><td align="right"><a href="#page16">16</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  A Bad Half Hour                </td><td align="right"><a href="#page19">19</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  From Town                      </td><td align="right"><a href="#page22">22</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  A Cowboy's Prayer              </td><td align="right"><a href="#page26">26</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Christmas Trail            </td><td align="right"><a href="#page29">29</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  A Border Affair                </td><td align="right"><a href="#page33">33</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Bunk-House Orchestra       </td><td align="right"><a href="#page36">36</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Outlaw                     </td><td align="right"><a href="#page40">40</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Legend of Boastful Bill    </td><td align="right"><a href="#page43">43</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Tied Maverick              </td><td align="right"><a href="#page48">48</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  A Roundup Lullaby              </td><td align="right"><a href="#page51">51</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Trail o' Love              </td><td align="right"><a href="#page55">55</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  Bachin'                        </td><td align="right"><a href="#page58">58</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Glory Trail                </td><td align="right"><a href="#page61">61</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  Bacon                          </td><td align="right"><a href="#page65">65</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Lost Pardner               </td><td align="right"><a href="#page67">67</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>
          <span class="pagenum"><a id="page8" name="page8"></a>[8]</span>
          God's Reserves                 </td><td align="right"><a href="#page70">70</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Married Man                </td><td align="right"><a href="#page74">74</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Old Cow Man                </td><td align="right"><a href="#page78">78</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Plainsmen                  </td><td align="right"><a href="#page82">82</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Westerner                  </td><td align="right"><a href="#page86">86</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  The Wind is Blowin'            </td><td align="right"><a href="#page89">89</a>  </td></tr>
<tr><td>  On Boot Hill                   </td><td align="right"><a href="#page91">91</a>  </td></tr>
</table>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page9" name="page9"></a>[9]</span></p>

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<h2>
    LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
</h2>

<table summary="List of Illustrations" style="width: 66%;">

<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   <i>When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Richer and statelier then you'll reign,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Mother of men whom the world will praise.</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>And your sons will love you and sigh for you,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Labor and battle and die for you,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>But never the fondest will understand</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>The way we have loved you, young, young land.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;">&mdash;<i><a href="#nopage2">Frontispiece.</a></i></td></tr>

<tr><td></td><td align="right"><small>FACING PAGE</small></td></tr>

<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>When my feet is in the stirrups</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>And my hawse is on the bust.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage15">14</a>  </td></tr>

<tr><td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>There's a time to be slow and a time to be quick.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage17">18</a>  </td></tr>

<tr><td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>We have gathered fightin' pointers from the famous bronco steed.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage19">24</a>  </td></tr>


<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>The taut ropes sing like a banjo string</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>And the latigoes creak and strain.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage21">40</a>  </td></tr>

<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>I wait to hear him ridin' up behind.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage23">68</a>  </td></tr>

<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>There's land where yet no ditchers dig</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Nor cranks experiment;</i> </p>
<p class="i2">  <i>It's only lovely, free and big</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>And isn't worth a cent.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage25">80</a>  </td></tr>

<tr>
<td>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  <i>Born of a free, world-wandering race</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Little we yearned o'er an oft-turned sod.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>
</td>
<td align="right" style="vertical-align: bottom;"><a href="#nopage27">82</a>  </td></tr>
</table>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page10" name="page10"></a>[10]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page11" name="page11"></a>[11]</span></p>

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<h2>
SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
</h2>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page12" name="page12"></a>[12]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page13" name="page13"></a>[13]</span></p>

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<h2>
    RIDIN'
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   There is some that likes the city&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     Grass that's curried smooth and green, </p>
<p class="i2">   Theaytres and stranglin' collars, </p>
<p class="i4">     Wagons run by gasoline&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   But for me it's hawse and saddle </p>
<p class="i4">     Every day without a change, </p>
<p class="i2">   And a desert sun a-blazin' </p>
<p class="i4">     On a hundred miles of range. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   <i>Just a-ridin', a-ridin'&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Desert ripplin' in the sun,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Mountains blue along the skyline&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>I don't envy anyone</i> </p>
<p class="i8">         <i>When I'm ridin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my feet is in the stirrups </p>
<p class="i4">     And my hawse is on the bust, </p>
<p class="i2">   With his hoofs a-flashin' lightnin' </p>
<p class="i4">     From a cloud of golden dust, </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page14" name="page14"></a>[14]</span>

                 And the bawlin' of the cattle </p>
<p class="i4">     Is a-coming' down the wind </p>
<p class="i2">   Then a finer life than ridin' </p>
<p class="i4">     Would be mighty hard to find. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   <i>Just a-ridin, a-ridin'&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Splittin' long cracks through the air,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Stirrin' up a baby cyclone,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Rippin' up the prickly pear</i> </p>
<p class="i8">         <i>As I'm ridin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I don't need no art exhibits </p>
<p class="i4">     When the sunset does her best, </p>
<p class="i2">   Paintin' everlastin' glory </p>
<p class="i4">     On the mountains to the west </p>
<p class="i2">   And your opery looks foolish </p>
<p class="i4">     When the night-bird starts his tune </p>
<p class="i2">   And the desert's silver mounted </p>
<p class="i4">     By the touches of the moon. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage15" name="nopage15"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<a name="image-0003"><!--IMG--></a>
<a href="images/ill-02.jpg"><img src="images/ill-02-s.jpg" width="500" height="260"
alt="When my feet is in the stirrups / And my hawse is on the bust." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">  "<i>When my feet is in the stirrups</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">    <i>And my hawse is on the bust.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage16" name="nopage16"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page15" name="page15"></a>[15]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   <i>Just a-ridin', a-ridin',</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Who kin envy kings and czars</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>When the coyotes down the valley</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Are a-singin' to the stars,</i> </p>
<p class="i8">         <i>If he's ridin'?</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my earthly trail is ended </p>
<p class="i4">     And my final bacon curled </p>
<p class="i2">   And the last great roundup's finished </p>
<p class="i4">     At the Home Ranch of the world </p>
<p class="i2">   I don't want no harps nor haloes, </p>
<p class="i4">     Robes nor other dressed up things&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Let me ride the starry ranges </p>
<p class="i4">     On a pinto hawse with wings! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   <i>Just a-ridin', a-ridin'&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Nothin' I'd like half so well</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>As a-roundin' up the sinners</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>That have wandered out of Hell,</i> </p>
<p class="i8">         <i>And a-ridin'.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page16" name="page16"></a>[16]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE SONG OF THE LEATHER
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my trail stretches out to the edge of the sky </p>
<p class="i4">     Through the desert so empty and bright, </p>
<p class="i2">   When I'm watchin' the miles as they go crawlin' by </p>
<p class="i4">     And a-hopin' I'll get there by night, </p>
<p class="i2">   Then my hawse never speaks through the long sunny day, </p>
<p class="i4">     But my saddle he sings in his creaky old way: </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i10">           "<i>Easy&mdash;easy&mdash;easy&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>For a temperit pace ain't a crime.</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Let your mount hit it steady, but give him his ease,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>For the sun hammers hard and there's never a breeze.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>We kin get there in plenty of time.</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page17" name="page17"></a>[17]</span>

                 When I'm after some critter that's hit the high lope, </p>
<p class="i4">     And a-spurrin' my hawse till he flies, </p>
<p class="i2">   When I'm watchin' the chances for throwin' my rope </p>
<p class="i4">     And a-winkin' the sweat from my eyes, </p>
<p class="i2">   Then the leathers they squeal with the lunge and the swing </p>
<p class="i4">     And I work to the livelier tune that they sing: </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i10">           "<i>Reach 'im! reach 'im! reach 'im!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>If you lather your hawse to the heel!</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>There's a time to be slow and a time to be quick;</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>Never mind if it's rough and the bushes are thick&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Pull your hat down and fling in the steel!</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page18" name="page18"></a>[18]</span>
                 When I've rustled all day till I'm achin' for rest </p>
<p class="i4">     And I'm ordered a night-guard to ride, </p>
<p class="i2">   With the tired little moon hangin' low in the west </p>
<p class="i4">     And my sleepiness fightin' my pride, </p>
<p class="i2">   Then I nod and I blink at the dark herd below </p>
<p class="i4">     And the saddle he sings as my hawse paces slow: </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i8">         "<i>Sleepy&mdash;sleepy&mdash;sleepy&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>We was ordered a close watch to keep,</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>But I'll sing you a song in a drowsy old key;</i> </p>
<p class="i2">   <i>All the world is a-snoozin' so why shouldn't we?</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Go to sleep, pardner mine, go to sleep.</i>" </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage17" name="nopage17"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<a name="image-0004"><!--IMG--></a>
<a href="images/ill-03.jpg"><img src="images/ill-03-s.jpg" width="400" height="500"
alt="There's a time to be slow and a time to be quick." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">  "<i>There's a time to be slow and a time to be quick.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage18" name="nopage18"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page19" name="page19"></a>[19]</span></p>

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<h2>
    A BAD HALF HOUR
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Wonder why I feel so restless; </p>
<p class="i4">     Moon is shinin' still and bright, </p>
<p class="i2">   Cattle all is restin' easy, </p>
<p class="i4">     But I just kaint sleep tonight. </p>
<p class="i2">   Ain't no cactus in my blankets, </p>
<p class="i4">     Don't know why they feel so hard&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   'Less it's Warblin' Jim a-singin' </p>
<p class="i4">     "Annie Laurie" out on guard. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   "Annie Laurie"&mdash;wish he'd quit it! </p>
<p class="i4">     Couldn't sleep now if I tried. </p>
<p class="i2">   Makes the night seem big and lonesome, </p>
<p class="i4">     And my throat feels sore inside. </p>
<p class="i2">   How <i>my</i> Annie used to sing it! </p>
<p class="i4">     And it sounded good and gay </p>
<p class="i2">   Nights I drove her home from dances </p>
<p class="i4">     When the east was turnin' gray. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page20" name="page20"></a>[20]</span>

                 Yes, "her brow was like the snowdrift" </p>
<p class="i4">     And her eyes like quiet streams, </p>
<p class="i2">   "And her face"&mdash;I still kin see it </p>
<p class="i4">     Much too frequent in my dreams; </p>
<p class="i2">   And her hand was soft and trembly </p>
<p class="i4">     That night underneath the tree, </p>
<p class="i2">   When I couldn't help but tell her </p>
<p class="i4">     She was "all the world to me." </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   But her folks said I was "shif'less," </p>
<p class="i4">     "Wild," "unsettled,"&mdash;they was right, </p>
<p class="i2">   For I leaned to punchin' cattle </p>
<p class="i4">     And I'm at it still tonight. </p>
<p class="i2">   And she married young Doc Wilkins&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     Oh my Lord! but that was hard! </p>
<p class="i2">   Wish that fool would quit his singin' </p>
<p class="i4">     "Annie Laurie" out on guard! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page21" name="page21"></a>[21]</span>

                 Oh, I just kaint stand it thinkin' </p>
<p class="i4">     Of the things that happened then. </p>
<p class="i2">   Good old times, and all apast me! </p>
<p class="i4">     Never seem to come again&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   My turn? Sure. I'll come a-runnin'. </p>
<p class="i4">     Warm me up some coffee, pard&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   But I'll stop that Jim from singin' </p>
<p class="i4">     "Annie Laurie" out on guard. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page22" name="page22"></a>[22]</span></p>

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<h2>
    FROM TOWN
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We're the children of the open and we hate the haunts o' men, </p>
<p class="i4">     But we had to come to town to get the mail. </p>
<p class="i2">   And we're ridin' home at daybreak&mdash;'cause the air is cooler then&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     All 'cept one of us that stopped behind in jail. </p>
<p class="i2">   Shorty's nose won't bear paradin', Bill's off eye is darkly fadin', </p>
<p class="i4">     All our toilets show a touch of disarray, </p>
<p class="i2">   For we found that city life is a constant round of strife </p>
<p class="i4">     And we ain't the breed for shyin' from a fray. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Chant your warwhoop, pardners dear, while the east turns pale with fear </p>
<p class="i4">     And the chaparral is tremblin' all aroun' </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page23" name="page23"></a>[23]</span>

                 For we're wicked to the marrer; we're a midnight dream of terror </p>
<p class="i4">     When we're ridin' up the rocky trail from town! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We acquired our hasty temper from our friend, the centipede. </p>
<p class="i4">     From the rattlesnake we learnt to guard our rights. </p>
<p class="i2">   We have gathered fightin' pointers from the famous bronco steed </p>
<p class="i4">     And the bobcat teached us reppertee that bites. </p>
<p class="i2">   So when some high-collared herrin' jeered the garb that I was wearin' </p>
<p class="i4">     'Twas't long till we had got where talkin' ends, </p>
<p class="i2">   And he et his illbred chat, with a sauce of derby hat, </p>
<p class="i4">     While my merry pardners entertained his friends. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page24" name="page24"></a>[24]</span>

                 Sing 'er out, my buckeroos! Let the desert hear the news. </p>
<p class="i4">     Tell the stars the way we rubbed the haughty down. </p>
<p class="i2">   We're the fiercest wolves a-prowlin' and it's just our night for howlin' </p>
<p class="i4">     When we're ridin' up the rocky trail from town. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Since the days that Lot and Abram split the Jordan range in halves, </p>
<p class="i4">     Just to fix it so their punchers wouldn't fight, </p>
<p class="i2">   Since old Jacob skinned his dad-in-law for six years' crop of calves </p>
<p class="i4">     And then hit the trail for Canaan in the night, </p>
<p class="i2">   There has been a taste for battle 'mong the men that follow cattle </p>
<p class="i4">     And a love of doin' things that's wild and strange, </p>
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<p class="i2">   And the warmth of Laban's words when he missed his speckled herds </p>
<p class="i4">     Still is useful in the language of the range. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage19" name="nopage19"></a>[pg]</span></p>

<div class="figure" style="width: 600px;">
<a name="image-0005"><!--IMG--></a>
<a href="images/ill-04.jpg"><img src="images/ill-04-s.jpg" width="500" height="260"
alt="We have gathered fightin' pointers from the famous bronco steed." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">  "<i>We have gathered fightin' pointers from the famous bronco steed.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage20" name="nopage20"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page25" name="page25"></a>[25]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Sing 'er out, my bold coyotes! leather fists and leather throats, </p>
<p class="i4">     For we wear the brand of Ishm'el like a crown. </p>
<p class="i2">   We're the sons o' desolation, we're the outlaws of creation&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     Ee&mdash;yow! a-ridin' up the rocky trail from town! </p>
</div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page26" name="page26"></a>[26]</span></p>

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<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    A COWBOY'S PRAYER
</h2>

<h3>
    (<i>Written for Mother</i>)
</h3>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Oh Lord. I've never lived where churches grow. </p>
<p class="i4">     I love creation better as it stood </p>
<p class="i2">   That day You finished it so long ago </p>
<p class="i4">     And looked upon Your work and called it good. </p>
<p class="i2">   I know that others find You in the light </p>
<p class="i4">     That's sifted down through tinted window panes, </p>
<p class="i2">   And yet I seem to feel You near tonight </p>
<p class="i4">     In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well, </p>
<p class="i4">     That You have made my freedom so complete; </p>
<p class="i2">   That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell, </p>
<p class="i4">     Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street. </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page27" name="page27"></a>[27]</span>

                 Just let me live my life as I've begun </p>
<p class="i4">     And give me work that's open to the sky; </p>
<p class="i2">   Make me a pardner of the wind and sun, </p>
<p class="i4">     And I won't ask a life that's soft or high. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Let me be easy on the man that's down; </p>
<p class="i4">     Let me be square and generous with all. </p>
<p class="i2">   I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, </p>
<p class="i4">     But never let 'em say I'm mean or small! </p>
<p class="i2">   Make me as big and open as the plains, </p>
<p class="i4">     As honest as the hawse between my knees, </p>
<p class="i2">   Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, </p>
<p class="i4">     Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. </p>
<p class="i4">     You know about the reasons that are hid. </p>
<p class="i2">   You understand the things that gall and fret; </p>
<p class="i4">     You know me better than my mother did. </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page28" name="page28"></a>[28]</span>
                 Just keep an eye on all that's done and said </p>
<p class="i4">     And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside, </p>
<p class="i2">   And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead </p>
<p class="i4">     That stretches upward toward the Great Divide. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page29" name="page29"></a>[29]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE CHRISTMAS TRAIL
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snow </p>
<p class="i4">     And 'cross the ranges layin' brown and dead; </p>
<p class="i2">   It's cryin' through the valley trees that wear the mistletoe </p>
<p class="i4">     And mournin' with the gray clouds overhead. </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet it's sweet with the beat of my little hawse's feet </p>
<p class="i4">     And I whistle like the air was warm and blue, </p>
<p class="i2">   For I'm ridin' up the Christmas trail to you, Old folks, </p>
<p class="i4">     I'm a-ridin' up the Christmas trail to you. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page30" name="page30"></a>[30]</span>
                 Oh, mebbe it was good when the whinny of the Spring </p>
<p class="i4">     Had wheedled me to hoppin' of the bars, </p>
<p class="i2">   And livin' in the shadow of a sailin' buzzard's wing </p>
<p class="i4">     And sleepin' underneath a roof of stars. </p>
<p class="i2">   But the bright campfire light only dances for a night, </p>
<p class="i4">     While the home-fire burns forever clear and true, </p>
<p class="i2">   So 'round the year I circle back to you, Old folks, </p>
<p class="i4">     'Round the rovin' year I circle back to you. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Oh, mebbe it was good when the reckless Summer sun </p>
<p class="i4">     Had shot a charge of fire through my veins, </p>
<p class="i2">   And I milled around the whiskey and the fightin' and the fun </p>
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page31" name="page31"></a>[31]</span>

                  'Mong the other mav'ricks drifted from the plains. </p>
<p class="i2">   Ay! the pot bubbled hot, while you reckoned I'd forgot, </p>
<p class="i4">     And the devil smacked the young blood in his stew, </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet I'm lovin' every mile that's nearer you,  Good folks, </p>
<p class="i4">     Lovin' every blessed mile that's nearer you. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Oh, mebbe it was good at the roundup in the Fall </p>
<p class="i4">     When the clouds of bawlin' dust before us ran, </p>
<p class="i2">   And the pride of rope and saddle was a-drivin' of us all </p>
<p class="i4">     To a stretch of nerve and muscle, man and man. </p>
<p class="i2">   But the pride sort of died when the man got weary eyed; </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page32" name="page32"></a>[32]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     'Twas a sleepy boy that rode the night-guard through, </p>
<p class="i2">   And he dreamed himself along a trail to you, Old folks, </p>
<p class="i4">     Dreamed himself along a happy trail to you. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   The coyote's Winter howl cuts the dusk behind the hill, </p>
<p class="i4">     But the ranch's shinin' window I kin see, </p>
<p class="i2">   And though I don't deserve it and, I reckon, never will, </p>
<p class="i4">     There'll be room beside the fire kep' for me. </p>
<p class="i2">   Skimp my plate 'cause I'm late. Let me hit the old kid gait, </p>
<p class="i4">     For tonight I'm stumblin' tired of the new </p>
<p class="i2">   And I'm ridin' up the Christmas trail to you, Old folks, </p>
<p class="i4">     I'm a-ridin' up the Christmas trail to you. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page33" name="page33"></a>[33]</span></p>

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<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    A BORDER AFFAIR
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Spanish is the lovin' tongue, </p>
<p class="i4">     Soft as music, light as spray. </p>
<p class="i2">   'Twas a girl I learnt it from, </p>
<p class="i4">     Livin' down Sonora way. </p>
<p class="i2">   I don't look much like a lover, </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet I say her love words over </p>
<p class="i4">     Often when I'm all alone&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     "Mi amor, mi corazon." </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Nights when she knew where I'd ride </p>
<p class="i4">     She would listen for my spurs, </p>
<p class="i2">   Fling the big door open wide, </p>
<p class="i4">     Raise them laughin' eyes of hers </p>
<p class="i2">   And my heart would nigh stop beatin' </p>
<p class="i2">   When I heard her tender greetin', </p>
<p class="i4">     Whispered soft for me alone&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     "Mi amor! mi corazon!" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page34" name="page34"></a>[34]</span>

                 Moonlight in the patio, </p>
<p class="i4">     Old Señora noddin' near, </p>
<p class="i2">   Me and Juana talkin' low </p>
<p class="i4">     So the Madre couldn't hear&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   How those hours would go a-flyin'! </p>
<p class="i2">   And too soon I'd hear her sighin' </p>
<p class="i4">     In her little sorry tone&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     "Adios, mi corazon!" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   But one time I had to fly </p>
<p class="i4">     For a foolish gamblin' fight, </p>
<p class="i2">   And we said a swift goodbye </p>
<p class="i4">     In that black, unlucky night. </p>
<p class="i2">   When I'd loosed her arms from clingin' </p>
<p class="i2">   With her words the hoofs kep' ringin' </p>
<p class="i4">     As I galloped north alone&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     "Adios, mi corazon!" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page35" name="page35"></a>[35]</span>

                 Never seen her since that night. </p>
<p class="i4">     I kaint cross the Line, you know. </p>
<p class="i2">   She was Mex and I was white; </p>
<p class="i4">     Like as not it's better so. </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet I've always sort of missed her </p>
<p class="i2">   Since that last wild night I kissed her, </p>
<p class="i4">     Left her heart and lost my own&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     "Adios, mi corazon!" </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page36" name="page36"></a>[36]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE BUNK-HOUSE ORCHESTRA
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  Wrangle up your mouth-harps, drag your banjo out, </p>
<p class="i2">  Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout, </p>
<p class="i2">  For the snow is on the mountains and the wind is on the plain, </p>
<p class="i2">  But we'll cut the chimney's moanin' with a livelier refrain. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">    <i>Shinin' 'dobe fireplace, shadows on the wall&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>(See old Shorty's friv'lous toes a-twitchin' at the call:)</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>It's the best grand high that there is within the law</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>When seven jolly punchers tackle "Turkey in the Straw."</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page37" name="page37"></a>[37]</span>

                Freezy was the day's ride, lengthy was the trail, </p>
<p class="i2">  Ev'ry steer was haughty with a high arched tail, </p>
<p class="i2">  But we held 'em and we shoved 'em, for our longin' hearts were tried </p>
<p class="i2">  By a yearnin' for tobacker and our dear fireside. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">    <i>Swing 'er into stop-time, don't you let 'er droop!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>(You're about as tuneful as a coyote with the croup!)</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Ay, the cold wind bit when we drifted down the draw,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>But we drifted on to comfort and to "Turkey in the Straw."</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page38" name="page38"></a>[38]</span>

                Snarlin' when the rain whipped, cussin' at the ford&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">  Ev'ry mile of twenty was a long discord, </p>
<p class="i2">  But the night is brimmin' music and its glory is complete </p>
<p class="i2">  When the eye is razzle-dazzled by the flip o' Shorty's feet! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">    <i>Snappy for the dance, now, fill she up and shoots!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>(Don't he beat the devil's wife for jiggin' in 'is boots?)</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Shorty got throwed high and we laughed till he was raw,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>But tonight he's done forgot it prancin' "Turkey in the Straw."</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page39" name="page39"></a>[39]</span>

                Rainy dark or firelight, bacon rind or pie, </p>
<p class="i2">  Livin' is a luxury that don't come high; </p>
<p class="i2">  Oh, be happy and onruly while our years and luck allow, </p>
<p class="i2">  For we all must die or marry less than forty years from now! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">    <i>Lively on the last turn! lope 'er to the death!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>(Reddy's soul is willin' but he's gettin' short o' breath.)</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Ay, the storm wind sings and old trouble sucks his paw</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>When we have an hour of firelight set to "Turkey in the Straw!"</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page40" name="page40"></a>[40]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE OUTLAW
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my rope takes hold on a two-year-old, </p>
<p class="i4">     By the foot or the neck or the horn, </p>
<p class="i2">   He kin plunge and fight till his eyes go white </p>
<p class="i4">     But I'll throw him as sure as you're born. </p>
<p class="i2">   Though the taut ropes sing like a banjo string </p>
<p class="i4">     And the latigoes creak and strain, </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet I got no fear of an outlaw steer </p>
<p class="i4">     And I'll tumble him on the plain. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   <i>For a man is a man, but a steer is a beast,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>And the man is the boss of the herd,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>And each of the bunch, from the biggest to least,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>Must come down when he says the word.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage21" name="nopage21"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">    "<i>The taut ropes sing like a banjo string</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">      <i>And the latigoes creak and strain.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage22" name="nopage22"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page41" name="page41"></a>[41]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my leg swings 'cross on an outlaw hawse </p>
<p class="i4">     And my spurs clinch into his hide, </p>
<p class="i2">   He kin r'ar and pitch over hill and ditch, </p>
<p class="i4">     But wherever he goes I'll ride. </p>
<p class="i2">   Let 'im spin and flop like a crazy top </p>
<p class="i4">     Or flit like a wind-whipped smoke, </p>
<p class="i2">   But he'll know the feel of my rowelled heel </p>
<p class="i4">     Till he's happy to own he's broke. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   <i>For a man is a man and a hawse is a brute,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>And the hawse may be prince of his clan</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>But he'll bow to the bit and the steel-shod boot</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>And own that his boss is the man.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page42" name="page42"></a>[42]</span>

                 When the devil at rest underneath my vest </p>
<p class="i4">     Gets up and begins to paw </p>
<p class="i2">   And my hot tongue strains at its bridle reins, </p>
<p class="i4">     Then I tackle the real outlaw. </p>
<p class="i2">   When I get plumb riled and my sense goes wild </p>
<p class="i4">     And my temper is fractious growed, </p>
<p class="i2">   If he'll hump his neck just a triflin' speck, </p>
<p class="i4">     Then it's dollars to dimes I'm throwed. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   <i>For a man is a man, but he's partly a beast.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>He kin brag till he makes you deaf,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>But the one lone brute, from the west to the east,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>That he kaint quite break is himse'f.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page43" name="page43"></a>[43]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE LEGEND OF BOASTFUL BILL
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   At a roundup on the Gily, </p>
<p class="i4">     One sweet mornin' long ago, </p>
<p class="i2">   Ten of us was throwed right freely </p>
<p class="i4">     By a hawse from Idaho. </p>
<p class="i2">   And we thought he'd go-a-beggin' </p>
<p class="i4">     For a man to break his pride </p>
<p class="i2">   Till, a-hitchin' up one leggin, </p>
<p class="i4">     Boastful Bill cut loose and cried&mdash; </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   "<i>I'm a on'ry proposition for to hurt;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>I fulfil my earthly mission with a quirt;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>I kin ride the highest liver</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>'Tween the Gulf and Powder River,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>And I'll break this thing as easy as I'd flirt.</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page44" name="page44"></a>[44]</span>

                 So Bill climbed the Northern Fury </p>
<p class="i4">     And they mangled up the air </p>
<p class="i2">   Till a native of Missouri </p>
<p class="i4">     Would have owned his brag was fair. </p>
<p class="i2">   Though the plunges kep' him reelin' </p>
<p class="i4">     And the wind it flapped his shirt, </p>
<p class="i2">   Loud above the hawse's squealin' </p>
<p class="i4">     We could hear our friend assert </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   "<i>I'm the one to take such rakin's as a joke.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>Some one hand me up the makin's of a smoke!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>If you think my fame needs bright'nin'</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>W'y, I'll rope a streak of lightnin'</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>And I'll cinch 'im up and spur 'im till he's broke.</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page45" name="page45"></a>[45]</span>

                 Then one caper of repulsion </p>
<p class="i4">     Broke that hawse's back in two. </p>
<p class="i2">   Cinches snapped in the convulsion; </p>
<p class="i4">     Skyward man and saddle flew. </p>
<p class="i2">   Up he mounted, never laggin', </p>
<p class="i4">     While we watched him through our tears, </p>
<p class="i2">   And his last thin bit of braggin' </p>
<p class="i6">       Came a-droppin' to our ears. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   "<i>If you'd ever watched my habits very close</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>You would know I've broke such rabbits by the gross.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>I have kep' my talent hidin';</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>I'm too good for earthly ridin'</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>And I'm off to bust the lightnin's,&mdash;Adios!</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page46" name="page46"></a>[46]</span>

                 Years have gone since that ascension. </p>
<p class="i4">     Boastful Bill ain't never lit, </p>
<p class="i2">   So we reckon that he's wrenchin' </p>
<p class="i4">     Some celestial outlaw's bit. </p>
<p class="i2">   When the night rain beats our slickers </p>
<p class="i4">     And the wind is swift and stout </p>
<p class="i2">   And the lightnin' flares and flickers, </p>
<p class="i4">     We kin sometimes hear him shout&mdash; </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   "<i>I'm a bronco-twistin' wonder on the fly;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>I'm the ridin' son-of-thunder of the sky.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>Hi! you earthlin's, shut your winders</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>While we're rippin' clouds to flinders.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>If this blue-eyed darlin' kicks at you, you die!</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page47" name="page47"></a>[47]</span>

                 Stardust on his chaps and saddle, </p>
<p class="i4">     Scornful still of jar and jolt, </p>
<p class="i2">   He'll come back some day, astraddle </p>
<p class="i4">     Of a bald-faced thunderbolt. </p>
<p class="i2">   And the thin-skinned generation </p>
<p class="i4">     Of that dim and distant day </p>
<p class="i2">   Sure will stare with admiration </p>
<p class="i4">     When they hear old Boastful say&mdash; </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">   "<i>I was first, as old rawhiders all confessed.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>Now I'm last of all rough riders, and the best.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>Huh! you soft and dainty floaters,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">     <i>With your a'roplanes and motors&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">   <i>Huh! are you the great grandchildren of the West!</i>" </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page48" name="page48"></a>[48]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE TIED MAVERICK
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Lay on the iron! the tie holds fast </p>
<p class="i4">     And my wild record closes. </p>
<p class="i2">   This maverick is down at last </p>
<p class="i4">     Just roped and tied with roses. </p>
<p class="i2">   And one small girl's to blame for it, </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet I don't fight with shame for it&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Lay on the iron; I'm game for it, </p>
<p class="i4">     Just roped and tied with roses. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I loped among the wildest band </p>
<p class="i4">     Of saddle-hatin' winners&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Gay colts that never felt a brand </p>
<p class="i4">     And scarred old outlaw sinners. </p>
<p class="i2">   The wind was rein and guide to us; </p>
<p class="i2">   The world was pasture wide to us </p>
<p class="i2">   And our wild name was pride to us&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     High headed bronco sinners! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page49" name="page49"></a>[49]</span>

                 So, loose and light we raced and fought </p>
<p class="i4">     And every range we tasted, </p>
<p class="i2">   But now, since I'm corralled and caught, </p>
<p class="i4">     I know them days were wasted. </p>
<p class="i2">   From now, the all-day gait for me, </p>
<p class="i2">   The trail that's hard but straight for me, </p>
<p class="i2">   For down that trail, who'll wait for me! </p>
<p class="i4">     Ay! them old days were wasted! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   But though I'm broke, I'll never be </p>
<p class="i4">     A saddle-marked old groaner, </p>
<p class="i2">   For never worthless bronc like me </p>
<p class="i4">     Got such a gentle owner. </p>
<p class="i2">   There could be colt days glad as mine </p>
<p class="i2">   Or outlaw runs as mad as mine </p>
<p class="i2">   Or rope-flung falls as bad as mine, </p>
<p class="i4">     But never such an owner. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page50" name="page50"></a>[50]</span>

                 Lay on the iron, and lay it red! </p>
<p class="i4">     I'll take it kind and clever. </p>
<p class="i2">   Who wouldn't hold a prouder head </p>
<p class="i4">     To wear that mark forever? </p>
<p class="i2">   I'll never break and stray from her; </p>
<p class="i2">   I'd starve and die away from her. </p>
<p class="i2">   Lay on the iron&mdash;it's play from her&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     And brand me hers forever! </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page51" name="page51"></a>[51]</span></p>

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<h2>
    A ROUNDUP LULLABY
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Desert blue and silver in the still moonshine, </p>
<p class="i4">     Coyote yappin' lazy on the hill, </p>
<p class="i2">   Sleepy winks of lightnin' down the far sky line, </p>
<p class="i4">     Time for millin' cattle to be still. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>So&mdash;o now, the lightnin's far away,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>The coyote's nothiny skeery;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>He's singin' to his dearie&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Hee&mdash;ya, tammalalleday!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Settle down, you cattle, till the mornin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Nothin' out the hazy range that you folks need, </p>
<p class="i4">     Nothin' we kin see to take your eye. </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet we got to watch you or you'd all stampede, </p>
<p class="i4">     Plungin' down some 'royo bank to die. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page52" name="page52"></a>[52]</span>

                  <i>So&mdash;o, now, for still the shadows stay;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>The moon is slow and steady;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>The sun comes when he's ready.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Hee&mdash;ya, tammalalleday!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>No use runnin' out to meet the mornin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">  Cows and men are foolish when the light grows dim, </p>
<p class="i4">    Dreamin' of a land too far to see. </p>
<p class="i2">  There, you dream, is wavin' grass and streams that brim </p>
<p class="i4">    And it often seems the same to me. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">    <i>So&mdash;o, now, for dreams they never pay.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>The dust it keeps us blinkin',</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>We're seven miles from drinkin'.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Hee&mdash;ya, tammalalleday!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>But we got to stand it till the mornin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page53" name="page53"></a>[53]</span>

                 Mostly it's a moonlight world our trail winds through. </p>
<p class="i4">     Kaint see much beyond our saddle horns. </p>
<p class="i2">   Always far away is misty silver-blue; </p>
<p class="i4">     Always underfoot it's rocks and thorns. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>So&mdash;o, now. It must be this away&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>The lonesome owl a-callin',</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>The mournful coyote squallin'.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Hee&mdash;ya, tammalalleday!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Mockin-birds don't sing until the mornin'.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Always seein' 'wayoff dreams of silver-blue, </p>
<p class="i4">     Always feelin' thorns that slab and sting. </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet stampedin' never made a dream come true, </p>
<p class="i4">     So I ride around myself and sing. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page54" name="page54"></a>[54]</span>

                  <i>So&mdash;o, now, a man has got to stay,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>A-likin' or a-hatin',</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>But workin' on and waitin'.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">    <i>Hee&mdash;ya, tammalalleday!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">      <i>All of us are waitin' for the mornin'.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page55" name="page55"></a>[55]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE TRAIL O' LOVE
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   My love was swift and slender </p>
<p class="i4">     As an antelope at play, </p>
<p class="i2">   And her eyes were gray and tender </p>
<p class="i4">     As the east at break o' day, </p>
<p class="i2">   And I sure was shaky hearted </p>
<p class="i4">     And her flower face was pale </p>
<p class="i2">   On that silver night we parted, </p>
<p class="i4">     When I sang along the trail: </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Forever&mdash;forever&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Oh, moon above the pine,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Like the matin' birds in Springtime,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>I will twitter while you shine.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Rich as ore with gold a-glowin',</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Sweet as sparklin' springs a-flowin',</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Strong as redwoods ever growin',</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>So will be this love o' mine.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page56" name="page56"></a>[56]</span>

                 I rode across the river </p>
<p class="i4">     And beyond the far divide, </p>
<p class="i2">   Till the echo of "forever" </p>
<p class="i4">     Staggered faint behind and died. </p>
<p class="i2">   For the long trail smiled and beckoned </p>
<p class="i4">     And the free wind blowed so sweet, </p>
<p class="i2">   That life's gayest tune, I reckoned, </p>
<p class="i4">     Was my hawse's ringin' feet. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Forever&mdash;forever&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Oh, stars, look down and sigh,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>For a poison spring will sparkle</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>And the trustin' drinker die.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And a rovin' bird will twitter</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And a worthless rock will glitter</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And the maiden's love is bitter</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>When the man's is proved a lie.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page57" name="page57"></a>[57]</span>

                 Last the rover's circle guidin' </p>
<p class="i4">     Brought me where I used to be, </p>
<p class="i2">   And I met her, gaily ridin' </p>
<p class="i4">     With a smarter man than me. </p>
<p class="i2">   Then I raised my dusty cover </p>
<p class="i4">     But she didn't see nor hear, </p>
<p class="i2">   So I hummed the old tune over, </p>
<p class="i4">     Laughin' in my hawse's ear: </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>If the snowflake specks the desert</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Or the yucca blooms awhile.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Ay! what gloom the mountain covers</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Where the driftin' cloud shade hovers!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Ay! the trail o' parted lovers,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Where "forever" lasts a mile!</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page58" name="page58"></a>[58]</span></p>

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<h2>
    BACHIN'
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Our lives are hid; our trails are strange; </p>
<p class="i4">     We're scattered through the West </p>
<p class="i2">   In canyon cool, on blistered range </p>
<p class="i4">     Or windy mountain crest. </p>
<p class="i2">   Wherever Nature drops her ears </p>
<p class="i4">     And bares her claws to scratch, </p>
<p class="i2">   From Yuma to the north frontiers, </p>
<p class="i4">     You'll likely find the bach', </p>
<p class="i8">         You will, </p>
<p class="i4">     The shy and sober bach'! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Our days are sun and storm and mist, </p>
<p class="i4">     The same as any life, </p>
<p class="i2">   Except that in our trouble list </p>
<p class="i4">     We never count a wife. </p>
<p class="i2">   Each has a reason why he's lone, </p>
<p class="i4">     But keeps it 'neath his hat; </p>
<p class="i2">   Or, if he's got to tell some one, </p>
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page59" name="page59"></a>[59]</span>

                   Confides it to his cat, </p>
<p class="i8">         He does, </p>
<p class="i4">     Just tells it to his cat. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We're young or old or slow or fast, </p>
<p class="i4">     But all plumb versatyle. </p>
<p class="i2">   The mighty bach' that fires the blast </p>
<p class="i4">     Kin serve up beans in style. </p>
<p class="i2">   The bach' that ropes the plungin' cows </p>
<p class="i4">     Kin mix the biscuits true&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   We earn our grub by drippin' brows </p>
<p class="i4">     And cook it by 'em too, </p>
<p class="i8">         We do, </p>
<p class="i4">     We cook it by 'em too. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We like to breathe unbranded air, </p>
<p class="i4">     Be free of foot and mind, </p>
<p class="i2">   And go or stay, or sing or swear, </p>
<p class="i4">     Whichever we're inclined. </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page60" name="page60"></a>[60]</span>

                 An appetite, a conscience clear, </p>
<p class="i4">     A pipe that's rich and old </p>
<p class="i2">   Are loves that always bless and cheer </p>
<p class="i4">     And never cry nor scold, </p>
<p class="i8">         They don't. </p>
<p class="i4">     They never cry nor scold. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Old Adam bached some ages back </p>
<p class="i4">     And smoked his pipe so free, </p>
<p class="i2">   A-loafin' in a palm-leaf shack </p>
<p class="i4">     Beneath a mango tree. </p>
<p class="i2">   He'd best have stuck to bachin' ways, </p>
<p class="i4">     And scripture proves the same, </p>
<p class="i2">   For Adam's only happy days </p>
<p class="i4">     Was 'fore the woman came, </p>
<p class="i8">         They was, </p>
<p class="i4">     All 'fore the woman came. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page61" name="page61"></a>[61]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE GLORY TRAIL
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   'Way high up the Mogollons, </p>
<p class="i4">     Among the mountain tops, </p>
<p class="i2">   A lion cleaned a yearlin's bones </p>
<p class="i4">     And licked his thankful chops, </p>
<p class="i2">   When on the picture who should ride, </p>
<p class="i4">     A-trippin' down a slope, </p>
<p class="i2">   But High-Chin Bob, with sinful pride </p>
<p class="i4">     And mav'rick-hungry rope. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     "<i>Oh, glory be to me," says he,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       "<i>And fame's unfadin' flowers!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>All meddlin' hands are far away;</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>I ride my good top-hawse today</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And I'm top-rope of the Lazy J&mdash;&mdash;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Hi! kitty cat, you're ours!</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   That lion licked his paw so brown </p>
<p class="i4">     And dreamed soft dreams of veal&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   And then the circlin' loop sung down </p>
<p class="i4">     And roped him 'round his meal. </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page62" name="page62"></a>[62]</span>

                 He yowled quick fury to the world </p>
<p class="i4">     Till all the hills yelled back; </p>
<p class="i2">   The top-hawse gave a snort and whirled </p>
<p class="i4">     And Bob caught up the slack. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     "<i>Oh, glory be to me," laughs he.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       "<i>We hit the glory trail.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>No human man as I have read</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Darst loop a ragin' lion's head,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Nor ever hawse could drag one dead</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Until we told the tale.</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   'Way high up the Mogollons </p>
<p class="i4">     That top-hawse done his best, </p>
<p class="i2">   Through whippin' brush and rattlin' stones, </p>
<p class="i4">     From canyon-floor to crest. </p>
<p class="i2">   But ever when Bob turned and hoped </p>
<p class="i4">     A limp remains to find, </p>
<p class="i2">   A red-eyed lion, belly roped </p>
<p class="i4">     But healthy, loped behind. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page63" name="page63"></a>[63]</span>

                   "<i>Oh, glory be to me" grunts he.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       "<i>This glory trail is rough,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Yet even till the Judgment Morn</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>I'll keep this dally 'round the horn,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>For never any hero born</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Could stoop to holler: Nuff!</i>'" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Three suns had rode their circle home </p>
<p class="i4">     Beyond the desert's rim, </p>
<p class="i2">   And turned their star-herds loose to roam </p>
<p class="i4">     The ranges high and dim; </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet up and down and 'round and 'cross </p>
<p class="i4">     Bob pounded, weak and wan, </p>
<p class="i2">   For pride still glued him to his hawse </p>
<p class="i4">     And glory drove him on. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     "<i>Oh, glory be to me," sighs he.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       "<i>He kaint be drug to death,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>But now I know beyond a doubt</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Them heroes I have read about</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Was only fools that stuck it out</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>To end of mortal breath.</i>" </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page64" name="page64"></a>[64]</span>

                 'Way high up the Mogollons </p>
<p class="i4">     A prospect man did swear </p>
<p class="i2">   That moon dreams melted down his bones </p>
<p class="i4">     And hoisted up his hair: </p>
<p class="i2">   A ribby cow-hawse thundered by, </p>
<p class="i4">     A lion trailed along, </p>
<p class="i2">   A rider, ga'nt but chin on high, </p>
<p class="i4">     Yelled out a crazy song. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     "<i>Oh, glory be to me!" cries he,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       "<i>And to my noble noose!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Oh, stranger, tell my pards below</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>I took a rampin' dream in tow,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>And if I never lay him low,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>I'll never turn him loose!</i>" </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page65" name="page65"></a>[65]</span></p>

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<h2>
    BACON
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   You're salty and greasy and smoky as sin </p>
<p class="i4">     But of all grub we love you the best. </p>
<p class="i2">   You stuck to us closer than nighest of kin </p>
<p class="i4">     And helped us win out in the West, </p>
<p class="i2">   You froze with us up on the Laramie trail; </p>
<p class="i4">     You sweat with us down at Tucson; </p>
<p class="i2">   When Injun was painted and white man was pale </p>
<p class="i2">   You nerved us to grip our last chance by the tail </p>
<p class="i4">     And load up our Colts and hang on. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   You've sizzled by mountain and mesa and plain </p>
<p class="i4">     Over campfires of sagebrush and oak; </p>
<p class="i2">   The breezes that blow from the Platte to the main </p>
<p class="i4">     Have carried your savory smoke. </p>
<p class="i2">   You're friendly to miner or puncher or priest; </p>
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page66" name="page66"></a>[66]</span>

                   You're as good in December as May; </p>
<p class="i2">   You always came in when the fresh meat had ceased </p>
<p class="i2">   And the rough course of empire to westward was greased </p>
<p class="i4">     By the bacon we fried on the way. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We've said that you weren't fit for white men to eat </p>
<p class="i4">     And your virtues we often forget. </p>
<p class="i2">   We've called you by names that I darsn't repeat, </p>
<p class="i4">     But we love you and swear by you yet. </p>
<p class="i2">   Here's to you, old bacon, fat, lean streak and rin', </p>
<p class="i4">     All the westerners join in the toast, </p>
<p class="i2">   From mesquite and yucca to sagebrush and pine, </p>
<p class="i2">   From Canada down to the Mexican Line, </p>
<p class="i4">     From Omaha out to the coast! </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page67" name="page67"></a>[67]</span></p>

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<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    THE LOST PARDNER
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I ride alone and hate the boys I meet. </p>
<p class="i4">     Today, some way, their laughin' hurts me so. </p>
<p class="i2">   I hate the mockin'-birds in the mesquite&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     And yet I liked 'em just a week ago. </p>
<p class="i2">   I hate the steady sun that glares, and glares! </p>
<p class="i4">     The bird songs make me sore. </p>
<p class="i2">   I seem the only thing on earth that cares </p>
<p class="i4">     'Cause Al ain't here no more! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   'Twas just a stumblin' hawse, a tangled spur&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     And, when I raised him up so limp and weak, </p>
<p class="i2">   One look before his eyes begun to blur </p>
<p class="i4">     And then&mdash;the blood that wouldn't let 'im speak! </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page68" name="page68"></a>[68]</span>

                 And him so strong, and yet so quick he died, </p>
<p class="i4">     And after year on year </p>
<p class="i2">   When we had always trailed it side by side, </p>
<p class="i4">     He went&mdash;and left me here! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   We loved each other in the way men do </p>
<p class="i4">     And never spoke about it, Al and me, </p>
<p class="i2">   But we both <i>knowed</i>, and knowin' it so true </p>
<p class="i4">     Was more than any woman's kiss could be. </p>
<p class="i2">   We knowed&mdash;and if the way was smooth or rough, </p>
<p class="i4">     The weather shine or pour, </p>
<p class="i2">   While I had him the rest seemed good enough&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     But he ain't here no more! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   What is there out beyond the last divide? </p>
<p class="i4">     Seems like that country must be cold and dim. </p>
<p class="i2">   He'd miss this sunny range he used to ride, </p>
<p class="i4">     And he'd miss me, the same as I do him. </p>
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<p class="i2">   It's no use thinkin'&mdash;all I'd think or say </p>
<p class="i4">     Could never make it clear. </p>
<p class="i2">   Out that dim trail that only leads one way </p>
<p class="i4">     He's gone&mdash;and left me here! </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage23" name="nopage23"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<a name="image-0007"><!--IMG--></a>
<a href="images/ill-06.jpg"><img src="images/ill-06-s.jpg" width="500" height="260"
alt="I wait to hear him ridin' up behind." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">   "<i>I wait to hear him ridin' up behind.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage24" name="nopage24"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page69" name="page69"></a>[69]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   The range is empty and the trails are blind, </p>
<p class="i4">     And I don't seem but half myself today. </p>
<p class="i2">   I wait to hear him ridin' up behind </p>
<p class="i4">     And feel his knee rub mine the good old way. </p>
<p class="i2">   He's dead&mdash;and what that means no man kin tell. </p>
<p class="i6">       Some call it "gone before." </p>
<p class="i2">   Where? I don't know, but God! I know so well </p>
<p class="i4">     That he ain't here no more! </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page70" name="page70"></a>[70]</span></p>

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<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    GOD'S RESERVES
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   One time, 'way back where the year marks fade, </p>
<p class="i4">     God said: "I see I must lose my West, </p>
<p class="i2">   The prettiest part of the world I made, </p>
<p class="i4">     The place where I've always come to rest, </p>
<p class="i2">   For the White Man grows till he fights for bread </p>
<p class="i2">   And he begs and prays for a chance to spread. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   "Yet I won't give all of my last retreat; </p>
<p class="i4">     I'll help him to fight his long trail through, </p>
<p class="i2">   But I'll keep some land from his field and street </p>
<p class="i4">     The way that it was when the world was new. </p>
<p class="i2">   He'll cry for it all, for that's his way, </p>
<p class="i2">   And yet he may understand some day." </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page71" name="page71"></a>[71]</span>

                 And so, from the painted Bad Lands, 'way </p>
<p class="i4">     To the sun-beat home of the 'Pache kin, </p>
<p class="i2">   God stripped some places to sand and clay </p>
<p class="i4">     And dried up the beds where the streams had been. </p>
<p class="i2">   He marked His reserves with these plain signs </p>
<p class="i2">   And stationed His rangers to guard the lines. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Then the White Man came, as the East growed old, </p>
<p class="i4">     And blazed his trail with the wreck of war. </p>
<p class="i2">   He riled the rivers to hunt for gold </p>
<p class="i4">     And found the stuff he was lookin' for; </p>
<p class="i2">   Then he trampled the Injun trails to ruts </p>
<p class="i2">   And gashed through the hills with railroad cuts. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   He flung out his barb-wire fences wide </p>
<p class="i4">     And plowed up the ground where the grass was high. </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page72" name="page72"></a>[72]</span>

                 He stripped off the trees from the mountain side </p>
<p class="i4">     And ground out his ore where the streams run by, </p>
<p class="i2">   Till last came the cities, with smoke and roar, </p>
<p class="i2">   And the White Man was feelin' at home once more. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   But Barrenness, Loneliness, suchlike things </p>
<p class="i4">     That gall and grate on the White Man's nerves, </p>
<p class="i2">   Was the rangers that camped by the bitter springs </p>
<p class="i4">     And guarded the lines of God's reserves. </p>
<p class="i2">   So the folks all shy from the desert land, </p>
<p class="i2">   'Cept mebbe a few that kin understand. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   There the world's the same as the day 'twas new, </p>
<p class="i4">     With the land as clean as the smokeless sky </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page73" name="page73"></a>[73]</span>

                 And never a noise as the years have flew, </p>
<p class="i4">     But the sound of the warm wind driftin' by; </p>
<p class="i2">   And there, alone, with the man's world far, </p>
<p class="i2">   There's a chance to think who you really are. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   And over the reach of the desert bare, </p>
<p class="i4">     When the sun drops low and the day wind stills, </p>
<p class="i2">   Sometimes you kin almost see Him there, </p>
<p class="i4">     As He sits alone on the blue-gray hills, </p>
<p class="i2">   A-thinkin' of things that's beyond our ken </p>
<p class="i2">   And restin' Himself from the noise of men. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page74" name="page74"></a>[74]</span></p>

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<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    THE MARRIED MAN
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   There's an old pard of mine that sits by his door </p>
<p class="i4">     And watches the evenin' skies. </p>
<p class="i2">   He's sat there a thousand of evenin's before </p>
<p class="i4">     And I reckon he will till he dies. </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! I reckon he will till he dies, </p>
<p class="i4">     And hear through the dim, quiet air </p>
<p class="i2">   Far cattle that call and the crickets that cheep </p>
<p class="i2">   And his woman a-singin' a kid to sleep </p>
<p class="i4">     And the creak of her rockabye chair. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Once we made camp where the last light would fail </p>
<p class="i4">     And the east wasn't white till we'd start, </p>
<p class="i2">   But now he is deaf to the call of the trail </p>
<p class="i4">     And the song of the restless heart. </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! the song of the restless heart </p>
<p class="i4">     That you hear in the wind from the dawn! </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page75" name="page75"></a>[75]</span>

                 He's left it, with all the good, free-footed things, </p>
<p class="i2">   For a slow little song that a tired woman sings </p>
<p class="i4">     And a smoke when his dry day is gone. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I've rode in and told him of lands that were strange, </p>
<p class="i4">     Where I'd drifted from glory to dread. </p>
<p class="i2">   He'd tell me the news of his little old range </p>
<p class="i4">     And the cute things his kids had said! </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! the cute things his kids had said! </p>
<p class="i4">     And the way six-year Billy could ride! </p>
<p class="i2">   And the dark would creep in from the gray chaparral </p>
<p class="i2">   And the woman would hum, while I pitied my pal </p>
<p class="i4">     And thought of him like he had died. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page76" name="page76"></a>[76]</span>

                 He rides in old circles and looks at old sights </p>
<p class="i4">     And his life is as flat as a pond. </p>
<p class="i2">   He loves the old skyline he watches of nights </p>
<p class="i4">     And he don't seem to care for beyond. </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! he don't seem to dream of beyond, </p>
<p class="i4">     Nor the room he could find, there, for joy. </p>
<p class="i2">   "Ain't you ever oneasy?" says I one day. </p>
<p class="i2">   But he only just smiled in a pityin' way </p>
<p class="i4">     While he braided a quirt for his boy. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   He preaches that I orter fold up my wings </p>
<p class="i4">     And that even wild geese find a nest. </p>
<p class="i2">   That "woman" and "wimmen" are different things </p>
<p class="i4">     And a saddle nap isn't a rest. </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! he's more for the shade and the rest </p>
<p class="i4">     And he's less for the wind and the fight, </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet out in strange hills, when the blue shadows rise </p>
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page77" name="page77"></a>[77]</span>

                 And I'm tired from the wind and the sun in my eyes, </p>
<p class="i4">     I wonder, sometimes, if he's right. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I've courted the wind and I've followed her free </p>
<p class="i4">     From the snows that the low stars have kissed </p>
<p class="i2">   To the heave and the dip of the wavy old sea, </p>
<p class="i4">     Yet I reckon there's somethin' I've missed. </p>
<p class="i2">   El pobre! Yes, mebbe there's somethin' I've missed, </p>
<p class="i4">     And it mebbe is more than I've won&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Just a door that's my own, while the cool shadows creep, </p>
<p class="i2">   And a woman a-singin' my kid to sleep </p>
<p class="i4">     When I'm tired from the wind and the sun. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p>
<span class="sc">Note.</span>&mdash;"El pobre," Spanish, "Poor fellow."
</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page78" name="page78"></a>[78]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE OLD COW MAN
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I rode across a valley range </p>
<p class="i4">     I hadn't seen for years. </p>
<p class="i2">   The trail was all so spoilt and strange </p>
<p class="i4">     It nearly fetched the tears. </p>
<p class="i2">   I had to let ten fences down </p>
<p class="i4">     (The fussy lanes ran wrong) </p>
<p class="i2">   And each new line would make me frown </p>
<p class="i4">     And hum a mournin' song. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Hear 'em stretchin' of the wire!</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>The nester brand is on the land;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>I reckon I'll retire,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>While progress toots her brassy horn</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>And makes her motor buzz,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>I thank the Lord I wasn't born</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>No later than I was.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page79" name="page79"></a>[79]</span>

                 'Twas good to live when all the sod, </p>
<p class="i4">     Without no fence nor fuss, </p>
<p class="i2">   Belonged in pardnership to God, </p>
<p class="i4">     The Gover'ment and us. </p>
<p class="i2">   With skyline bounds from east to west </p>
<p class="i4">     And room to go and come, </p>
<p class="i2">   I loved my fellow man the best </p>
<p class="i4">     When he was scattered some. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Close and closer cramps the wire.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>There's hardly play to back away</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>And call a man a liar.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Their house has locks on every door;</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Their land is in a crate.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>These ain't the plains of God no more,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>They're only real estate.</i> </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page80" name="page80"></a>[80]</span>

                 There's land where yet no ditchers dig </p>
<p class="i4">     Nor cranks experiment; </p>
<p class="i2">   It's only lovely, free and big </p>
<p class="i4">     And isn't worth a cent. </p>
<p class="i2">   I pray that them who come to spoil </p>
<p class="i4">     May wait till I am dead </p>
<p class="i2">   Before they foul that blessed soil </p>
<p class="i4">     With fence and cabbage head. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Yet it's squeak! squeak! squeak!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Far and farther crawls the wire.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>To crowd and pinch another inch</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Is all their heart's desire.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>The world is overstocked with men</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>And some will see the day</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>When each must keep his little pen,</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>But I'll be far away.</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage25" name="nopage25"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<a href="images/ill-07.jpg"><img src="images/ill-07-s.jpg" width="500" height="260"
alt="There's land where yet no ditchers dig ..." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">   "<i>There's land where yet no ditchers dig</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">     <i>Nor cranks experiment;</i> </p>
  <p class="i2">   <i>It's only lovely, free and big</i> </p>
  <p class="i6">       <i>And isn't worth a cent.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage26" name="nopage26"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page81" name="page81"></a>[81]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When my old soul hunts range and rest </p>
<p class="i4">     Beyond the last divide, </p>
<p class="i2">   Just plant me in some stretch of West </p>
<p class="i4">     That's sunny, lone and wide. </p>
<p class="i2">   Let cattle rub my tombstone down </p>
<p class="i4">     And coyotes mourn their kin, </p>
<p class="i2">   Let hawses paw and tromp the moun' </p>
<p class="i4">     But don't you fence it in! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i4">     <i>Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>And they pen the land with wire.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>They figure fence and copper cents</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>Where we laughed 'round the fire.</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>Job cussed his birthday, night and morn.</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>In his old land of Uz,</i> </p>
<p class="i4">     <i>But I'm just glad I wasn't born</i> </p>
<p class="i6">       <i>No later than I was!</i> </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page82" name="page82"></a>[82]</span></p>

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<h2>
    THE PLAINSMEN
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Men of the older, gentler soil, </p>
<p class="i4">     Loving the things that their fathers wrought&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Worn old fields of their fathers' toil, </p>
<p class="i4">     Scarred old hills where their fathers fought&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   Loving their land for each ancient trace, </p>
<p class="i2">   Like a mother dear for her wrinkled face, </p>
<p class="i4">     Such as they never can understand </p>
<p class="i4">     The way we have loved you, young, young land! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Born of a free, world-wandering race, </p>
<p class="i4">     Little we yearned o'er an oft-turned sod. </p>
<p class="i2">   What did we care for the fathers' place, </p>
<p class="i4">     Having ours fresh from the hand of God? </p>
<p class="i2">   Who feared the strangeness or wiles of you </p>
<p class="i2">   When from the unreckoned miles of you, </p>
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<p class="i4">     Thrilling the wind with a sweet command, </p>
<p class="i4">     Youth unto youth called, young, young land? </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage27" name="nopage27"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<a name="image-0009"><!--IMG--></a>
<a href="images/ill-08.jpg"><img src="images/ill-08-s.jpg" width="500" height="260"
alt="Born of a free, world-wandering race ..." /></a>
<br />
  <div class="poem">
  <div class="stanza">
  <p class="i2">  "<i>Born of a free, world-wandering race,</i> </p>
  <p class="i4">    <i>Little we yearned o'er an oft-turned sod.</i>" </p>
  </div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="nopage28" name="nopage28"></a>[pg]</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page83" name="page83"></a>[83]</span></p>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   North, where the hurrying seasons changed </p>
<p class="i4">     Over great gray plains where the trails lay long, </p>
<p class="i2">   Free as the sweeping Chinook we ranged, </p>
<p class="i4">     Setting our days to a saddle song. </p>
<p class="i2">   Through the icy challenge you flung to us, </p>
<p class="i2">   Through your shy Spring kisses that clung to us, </p>
<p class="i4">     Following far as the rainbow spanned, </p>
<p class="i4">     Fiercely we wooed you, young, young land! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   South, where the sullen black mountains guard </p>
<p class="i4">     Limitless, shimmering lands of the sun, </p>
<p class="i2">   Over blinding trails where the hoofs rang hard, </p>
<p class="i4">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page84" name="page84"></a>[84]</span>

                   Laughing or cursing, we rode and won. </p>
<p class="i2">   Drunk with the virgin white fire of you, </p>
<p class="i2">   Hotter than thirst was desire of you; </p>
<p class="i4">     Straight in our faces you burned your brand, </p>
<p class="i4">     Marking your chosen ones, young, young land. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   When did we long for the sheltered gloom </p>
<p class="i4">     Of the older game with its cautious odds? </p>
<p class="i2">   Gloried we always in sun and room, </p>
<p class="i4">     Spending our strength like the younger gods. </p>
<p class="i2">   By the wild sweet ardor that ran in us, </p>
<p class="i2">   By the pain that tested the man in us, </p>
<p class="i4">     By the shadowy springs and the glaring sand, </p>
<p class="i4">     You were our true-love, young, young land. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page85" name="page85"></a>[85]</span>

                 When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane </p>
<p class="i4">     And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays, </p>
<p class="i2">   Richer and statelier then you'll reign, </p>
<p class="i4">     Mother of men whom the world will praise. </p>
<p class="i2">   And your sons will love you and sigh for you, </p>
<p class="i2">   Labor and battle and die for you, </p>
<p class="i4">     But never the fondest will understand </p>
<p class="i4">     The way we have loved you, young, young land. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page86" name="page86"></a>[86]</span></p>

<div><a name="h2H_4_0025" id="h2H_4_0025"><!-- H2 anchor --></a></div>

<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    THE WESTERNER
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains, </p>
<p class="i4">     And each one sleeps alone. </p>
<p class="i2">   Their trails may dim to the grass and rains, </p>
<p class="i4">     For I choose to make my own. </p>
<p class="i2">   I lay proud claim to their blood and name, </p>
<p class="i4">     But I lean on no dead kin; </p>
<p class="i2">   My name is mine, for the praise or scorn, </p>
<p class="i2">   And the world began when I was born </p>
<p class="i4">     And the world is mine to win. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   They built high towns on their old log sills, </p>
<p class="i4">     Where the great, slow rivers gleamed, </p>
<p class="i2">   But with new, live rock from the savage hills </p>
<p class="i4">     I'll build as they only dreamed. </p>
<p class="i2">   The smoke scarce dies where the trail camp lies, </p>
<p class="i4">     Till the rails glint down the pass; </p>
<p class="i2">   The desert springs into fruit and wheat </p>
<p class="i2">   And I lay the stones of a solid street </p>
<p class="i4">     Over yesterday's untrod grass. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page87" name="page87"></a>[87]</span>

                 I waste no thought on my neighbor's birth </p>
<p class="i4">     Or the way he makes his prayer. </p>
<p class="i2">   I grant him a white man's room on earth </p>
<p class="i4">     If his game is only square. </p>
<p class="i2">   While he plays it straight I'll call him mate; </p>
<p class="i4">     If he cheats I drop him flat. </p>
<p class="i2">   Old class and rank are a wornout lie, </p>
<p class="i2">   For all clean men are as good as I, </p>
<p class="i4">     And a king is only that. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   I dream no dreams of a nurse-maid state </p>
<p class="i4">     That will spoon me out my food. </p>
<p class="i2">   A stout heart sings in the fray with fate </p>
<p class="i4">     And the shock and sweat are good. </p>
<p class="i2">   From noon to noon all the earthly boon </p>
<p class="i4">     That I ask my God to spare </p>
<p class="i2">   Is a little daily bread in store, </p>
<p class="i2">   With the room to fight the strong for more, </p>
<p class="i4">     And the weak shall get their share. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page88" name="page88"></a>[88]</span>

                 The sunrise plains are a tender haze </p>
<p class="i4">     And the sunset seas are gray, </p>
<p class="i2">   But I stand here, where the bright skies blaze </p>
<p class="i4">     Over me and the big today. </p>
<p class="i2">   What good to me is a vague "may be" </p>
<p class="i4">     Or a mournful "might have been," </p>
<p class="i2">   For the sun wheels swift from morn to morn </p>
<p class="i2">   And the world began when I was born </p>
<p class="i4">     And the world is mine to win. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page89" name="page89"></a>[89]</span></p>

<div><a name="h2H_4_0026" id="h2H_4_0026"><!-- H2 anchor --></a></div>

<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    THE WIND IS BLOWIN'
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   My tired hawse nickers for his own home bars; </p>
<p class="i4">     A hoof clicks out a spark. </p>
<p class="i2">   The dim creek flickers to the lonesome stars; </p>
<p class="i4">     The trail twists down the dark. </p>
<p class="i2">   The ridge pines whimper to the pines below. </p>
<p class="i2">   The wind is blowin' and I want you so. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   The birch has yellowed since I saw you last, </p>
<p class="i4">     The Fall haze blued the creeks, </p>
<p class="i2">   The big pine bellowed as the snow swished past, </p>
<p class="i4">     But still, above the peaks, </p>
<p class="i2">   The same stars twinkle that we used to know. </p>
<p class="i2">   The wind is blowin' and I want you so. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page90" name="page90"></a>[90]</span>
                 The stars up yonder wait the end of time </p>
<p class="i4">     But earth fires soon go black. </p>
<p class="i2">   I trip and wander on the trail I climb&mdash; </p>
<p class="i4">     A fool who will look back </p>
<p class="i2">   To glimpse a fire dead a year ago. </p>
<p class="i2">   The wind is blowin' and I want you so. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Who says the lover kills the man in me? </p>
<p class="i4">     Beneath the day's hot blue </p>
<p class="i2">   This thing hunts cover and my heart fights free </p>
<p class="i4">     To laugh an hour or two. </p>
<p class="i2">   But now it wavers like a wounded doe. </p>
<p class="i2">   The wind is blowin' and I want you so. </p>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page91" name="page91"></a>[91]</span></p>

<div><a name="h2H_4_0027" id="h2H_4_0027"><!-- H2 anchor --></a></div>

<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>

<h2>
    ON BOOT HILL
</h2>

<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Up from the prairie and through the pines, </p>
<p class="i2">   Over your straggling headboard lines </p>
<p class="i4">     Winds of the West go by. </p>
<p class="i2">   You must love them, you booted dead, </p>
<p class="i2">   More than the dreamers who died in bed&mdash; </p>
<p class="i2">   You old-timers who took your lead </p>
<p class="i4">     Under the open sky! </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Leathery knights of the dim old trail, </p>
<p class="i2">   Lawful fighters or scamps from jail, </p>
<p class="i4">     Dimly your virtues shine. </p>
<p class="i2">   Yet who am I that I judge your wars, </p>
<p class="i2">   Deeds that my daintier soul abhors, </p>
<p class="i2">   Wide-open sins of the wide outdoors, </p>
<p class="i4">     Manlier sins than mine. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">
<span class="pagenum"><a id="page92" name="page92"></a>[92]</span>

                 Dear old mavericks, customs mend. </p>
<p class="i2">   I would not glory to make an end </p>
<p class="i4">     Marked like a homemade sieve. </p>
<p class="i2">   But with a touch of your own old pride </p>
<p class="i2">   Grant me to travel the trail I ride. </p>
<p class="i2">   Gamely and gaily, the way you died, </p>
<p class="i4">     Give me the nerve to live. </p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i2">   Ay, and for you I will dare assume </p>
<p class="i2">   Some Valhalla of sun and room </p>
<p class="i4">     Over the last divide. </p>
<p class="i2">   There, in eternally fenceless West, </p>
<p class="i2">   Rest to your souls, if they care to rest, </p>
<p class="i2">   Or else fresh horses beyond the crest </p>
<p class="i4">     And a star-speckled range to ride. </p>
</div>
</div>

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