{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 3505\\n.015 R5\\n1899\\nCopy 1\\nWIHI\\nI11-f\\\\\\n1 11- la;\\nit\\nM\\n111\\n(fwr.-ff.Mf!", "height": "3394", "width": "2453", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS,\\nChap. Copyright No,\\nShelL_..QjUfJ?5\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3143", "width": "2269", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3143", "width": "2269", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "\\\\^J*Lpr,", "height": "3259", "width": "2340", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "RHYMES\\nFROM THE ROUND-UPCAMP.\\nBy Wallace D. Coburn.\\nCOPYRIGHTED 1399,\\nBy Wallace D. Coburn.", "height": "3143", "width": "2269", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "50962\\nES RECEIVED,\\nRegister of CopyHght^ f\\nSECOND COPY,\\nA Father s Advice to His Son 61\\nA Tale of Love ioo\\nAt: the Animal Convention.... 50\\nBill and Parson Sim..... 37\\nBrookside Ranche 102\\nCow-Boy Fun 24\\nCow-Boy s Fate, The 76\\nCow-Boy s Grave, The 93\\nCow-Boy s Reply, The 118\\nCow-Boy s Regret, The 120\\nCow-Boy The 11\\nEvening in the Bad-Lands.. 127\\nGrub-Pile... 36\\nHalf-Breed s Tale, The...... 135\\nHidden Treasure Mine, The. 71\\nHuman Discontentment 68\\nIndian s Tale of Christ, The 105\\nJack and Bill.. 84\\nLittle Cross, The.... 112\\nMontanas at Caloocan, The 122\\nNature s Grand Opera 125\\nObsequies of Jack, The 90\\nOde to the Old-Timers.... 12\\nOld Cow-Boy s Tale, The 52\\nOld Jack s Introduction to Wild Horse 130\\nStampede The r 14\\nSpringtime 20\\nSunrise in the Badlands 74\\nTo an Indian Skull 33\\nWild West 9\\nWolf Hunt, The 63", "height": "3272", "width": "2340", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Index to Illustrations*\\nWild West 9\\nStampede 17\\nCow-Boy Fun 25\\nTo an Indian Skull 33\\nBill and Parson Sim 41\\nWolf Hunt, The. 65\\nOld Jack s Introduction to Wild Horse 133\\nHalf-Breed s Tale, The 137", "height": "3143", "width": "2269", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "preface.\\nHaving- been urged by many of my friends to write a book of\\nwestern verse, and, fortunately, having secured the assistance\\nof my old friend and fellow range-rider, Charles M. Russell,\\nthe famous cow-boy artist, I humbly give to the public this\\nlittle volume as the result of my efforts in that direction.\\nThere has been a deal of varied literature devoted to wild\\nwestern life whose authors depend entirely upon what they\\nderive from a flying trip through the west or a summer s\\nsojurn in a western city, therefore, it is the object of the rough\\nlines contained herein to describe, as closely as my feeble pen\\nwill permit, cow-boy life as it really existed some years previous\\nto this writing and which is still to be found to a limited degree\\nin some parts of the west along the line between Texas and\\nnorthern Montana. My characters are taken from real life, as\\nI have myself seen it during many years spent on the range, in\\ntown, camp and elsewhere with the wildest of wild cow-\\npunchers, and it is needless to say that I have always found\\nthem the bravest, best-hearted and most generous set of men,\\ntaken as a whole, that it has ever been my good fortune to\\nfind myself associated with. Some of them have become\\nsuccessful and highly esteemed business men; others are still\\nplying their vocation on the now limited cattle ranges, while,\\nalas! too many of those braveN hearts are stilled forever and\\nthe ranges they loved so well know them no more.\\nTo those still living I respectfully tender this book, along\\nwith sincere hope that their lives may be long and filled with\\nthe happiness they so greatly deserve.\\nCordially,\\nWallace D. Coburn.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Wild west! Sweet ruler of the past\\nWhom I shall ne er forget:\\nTo thee whose power once was vast,\\nThese lines I write, and yet\\nE en as I write I fain would look\\nUpon thy charms once more\\nAs when in by gone times I took\\nAdvantage of the smiles you wore;\\nBut thou art gone and naught remains\\nOf thy sweet presence here\\nExcept thy subjects of the plains\\nWhose love for thee was dear.\\nAnd even they are few and gray,\\nAnd with the passing years,\\nLike all thing6 human, fade away.\\nAdown the vale of tears,", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Yes! thou art gone and in thy stead\\nDame Progress proudly stands\\nWith stolen crown upon her head,\\nAnd blood-stains on her hands.\\nBut though from sight of loving eye\\nThou hast sadly passed away.\\nMy love for thee shall never die,\\nTill in the ground my form they lay.\\n10", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Che Cow-Boy.\\nOver the prarie the cow-boy rides,\\nAs a modern knight he stands alone,\\nBlways ready with heart and hand,\\nA typical prince of the western zone.\\nNo other land can claim his like,\\nHe s a native American, born and bred,\\nA product of God s noblest land,\\nThe land for which his fathers bled.\\nii", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Ode to the Old-Omers*\\nSlowly, yet steadily, one by one,\\nThe Old Timers go to their last long sleep,\\nAnd in each Montana has lost a son\\nWhose precious soul she fain would keep.\\nBut they all pass over the great divide,\\nTo seek new fields on the other side.\\nBut few remain oi chose heroes bold,\\nWho came out west in the early days,\\nAnd opened the mines of yellow gold\\nWhere the elk and buffalo used to graze.\\nAh few of that gallant crew remain,\\nWho in years ago came cross the plain.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "How many people in this great state\\nThink of the hardships these men endured,\\nAnd really and truly appreciate\\nThe wealth that they for our state secured?\\nAlas there are few of those aged hearts\\nWe may yet make glad ere the soul the departs.\\n13", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Che Stampede*\\nDid you ever hear the story of how one stormy night,\\nA wild beef herd stampeded, down yonder to the right?\\nNo? Well, you see that sloping hill, beyond the sage-\\nbrush flat,\\nEast of the old round-up corral, where all the boys\\nare at?\\nTwas one night in November, and I was on first guard,\\nA storm was brewing in the west, the wind was blowing\\nhard.\\nOf wild Montana steers we had about a thousand head,\\nBelonging to the Circle C, and each one full of Ned.\\nThe season had been rainy, and the grass was thick and\\nlong,\\nSo the herd had found good grazing in the hills the\\nwhole day long.\\n14", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The clouds had piled up in the west, a strangely\\ngrotesque mass,\\nAnd the rain began to patter on the weeds and buffalo\\ngrass.\\nThe lightning flared up in the clouds, and all was\\ndeathly still,\\nExcept the melancholy howl of a coyote on the hill.\\nThe vivid, shifting lightning kept bright the stormy\\nscene,\\nAnd I could see the broken hills, with wash-outs in\\nbetween.\\nAnd when Bill, who was standing first guard with me\\nthat night,\\nCame jogging past, he lowed that it certainly was a\\nsight.\\nAnd then commenced to whistle, while I began to sing,\\nThe lightning flared along the sky like demons on the\\nwing.\\nBut round and round rode Bill and me, with slickers\\nbuttoned tight,\\nAnd looking like dim specters in the constant changing\\nlight.\\n5", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "The thunder now began to peal and crash along the sky,\\nThe cattle pawed and moved about, and the wind went\\nwhistling by.\\nThen, suddenly, without a sign, there came an awful\\ncrash,\\nAnd my eyes were almost blinded by a bright and burn-\\ning flash\\nThat filled the air an instant, then as suddenly went out,\\nWhile little sparks of lightning seemed floating all\\nabout.\\nAnd then the scene that followed defies my tongue to\\ntell,\\nFor those wild steers stampeded when the deadly light-\\nning fell.\\nI don t know how it happened, but when my vision\\nclears,\\nI find that I am riding in the midst of running steers.\\nAnd Oh! the thoughts that filled my brain as in that\\nliving tide\\nOf hoofs and horns and glowing eyes, I made that\\nfearful ride.\\n16", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "On and on at deadly speed, I dared not slacken pace;\\nA stone wall could not stop us in that blood-curdling\\nrace.\\nAnd if a cowboy ever prayed with fervor in his prayer,\\nTwas me among those madd n d beasts, for I prayed in\\ndespair.\\nMy horse was jammed and thrown about as o er the\\nrocky ground\\nWe sped like some vast torrent, with stubborn, sullen\\nsound.\\nBut when my horse was almost gone, and death stalked\\nall about,\\nI heard above the awful roar a cowboy s ringing shout.\\nAnd looking backward in the gloom, I caught a fleeting\\nglance\\nOf cowboys flitting to and fro, like spirits in a dance.\\nAnd then I felt my nerve come back, like some old,\\nlong-lost friend,\\nFor I had given up all hope, and waited for the end.\\n17", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "At first I couldn t hardly tell just what they hoped to do,\\nBut soon I saw they meant to cut that running herd\\nin two.\\nFor after chopping off a bunch, they lined up with a\\ncheer,\\nTo form a wedge of solid men and charge them from the\\nrear.\\nThen on they came through tossing horns, with old\\nJack in the lead;\\nThe cattle parted stubbornly, but didn t slacken speed.\\nOn and on, with sturdy force, those brave lads\\nstruggled on,\\nBut I doubted if they d reach me before my horse was\\ngone.\\nFor, as I spurred his reeking flanks, and pulled his head\\nup high,\\nHe slowly sank beneath me, and I felt that I must die.\\nBut up again he struggled, then down he went once\\nmore,\\nAnd I found myself a knockin at old death s gloomy\\ndoor.\\n18", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "And when I got my senses, the hoofs and horns were\\ngone,\\nAnd Bill was kneeling at my side with streaming\\nslicker on.\\nYou see, my leg was broken and chest was badly\\ncrushed,\\nBy half a dozen reckless steers, as over me they rushed.\\nBut it s hard to kill a cowboy they re pretty tough you\\nknow,\\nElse I d been riding in the clouds with angels long ago.\\n19", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Spring-Ome*\\nI long to greet the spring time,\\nWith its wealth of power to charm,\\nAnd sunny smiles that take the chill\\nOf winter from the farm.\\nWhen the snow is off the meadow\\nAnd the grass begins to come,\\nThe farmers all look happy,\\nAnd the bees commence to hum.\\nTis then that all the little birds\\nBegin to bill and coo\\nAnd try to build up happy homes,\\nJust as we humans do.\\n20", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "When every morn at sunrise,\\nA-sitting on a pole,\\nThe yellow-breast, in rippling notes,\\nPours forth his very soul.\\nThe cat-bird bathing at the spring,\\nCalls loudly to his mate,\\nAnd a jaunty robin red-breast\\nHops along the barn-yard gate.\\nTis then that man s proud nature\\nThrills with a softer glow,\\nThat makes his heart beat faster\\nAnd his blood to swiftly flow.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "I long to see the wild flowers\\nThat in the spring time bloom;\\nTo watch them blossom in the sun,\\nAnd breathe their sweet perfume.\\nTo saunter in the moonlight,\\nWhen everything is still\\nExcept the plaintiff calling\\nOf some lone whip-poor-will.\\nTis then that love s strange powers\\nConquer the boldest hearts,\\nAnd many a war is waged and won\\nBy Cupid and his darts.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "When the air is filled with music,\\nAnd the woods are full of cheer,\\nAh! we can t deny that spring time\\nIs the best time of the year.\\n23", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Cow-Boy fun.\\nYes, stranger, them was red-hot times,\\nAnd things they wasn t slow\\nIn this here little, one-hoss town\\nSome twenty years ago.\\nCow punchers they was in their prime,\\nAnd genteel in their ways,\\nAnd didn t ride the grub line, like\\nYou see em do now days.\\nThe ranges* they was many,\\nWhere roamed the long-horned steer,\\nThe wild horse and the buffalo\\nLikewise the elk and deer.\\n24", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "I\\ni.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Nd sheep that robber of the range-\\nWhy, on these western hills,\\nIf anyone had seen a sheep,\\nTwould have been a case of chills.\\nWater it was plenty,\\nAnd the lakes was overflowed;\\nThe grass it waved like billows,\\nWhen the western breezes blowed.\\nThe cow-boy, he wore notches on\\nHis ivory-handled gun,\\nTo show the number of scraps\\nThat he had fought and won.\\n25", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "There was Cussin Sam, the captain,\\nAnd Oklahoma Dick,\\nAnd City Jim, the same as had\\nThe fight on Beaver crick.\\nBill Riley he was in his prime,\\nWith Parson Sim, his chum;\\nAnd Tin-Horn Pete was twistin bronks,\\nAnd wasn t on the bum.\\nBuck Berry he was then alive,\\nAnd used to come to town\\nTo circulate his money and\\nTo throw good licker down.\\n26", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "And Slippery Jake, the gambler,\\nA ornery galoot,\\nWas dealin faro cross the way,\\nWith skinnin games to boot.\\nSich as loaded dice and montey,\\nWith marked cards, on the sly;\\nBut one day he played solitaire\\nBetween the earth and sky.\\nOld Dirty Dave, the round-up cook,\\nHe, too, was workin then;\\nWith Club-foot, Yank nd Greaser Bill,\\nAnd old Panhandle Ben.\\n27", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "While Cotton-Eye, the night hawk,\\nWas then a top cow hand,\\nAs reckless as they make em,\\nAnd, you bet, he had the sand.\\nThe women folks, them days, was brave,\\nAnd never seemed to care\\nTo flirt and enter politics,\\nOr rip around and tear.\\nBut come and have another drink,\\nMy throat is gettin dry,\\nA-talkin of them good, old times\\nThem happy days gone by.\\n28", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Gi me some red-eye that s the stuff-\\nJar loose an let her run;\\nThere s nothing like old forty-rod\\nTo open up the fun.\\nNow, boys, let s have a stag dance,\\nAnd celebrate, you know;\\nThe kag is full of whiskey,\\nAnd our pockets full of dough.\\nCome, stranger, don t be bashful,\\nThis party ain t select;\\nThough you re a simple tenderfoot,\\nThe boys they won t object.\\n29", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Say, boys, let s find a shepherd,\\nA herder, that s the cheese,\\nLike that old whisky soaker\\nWith his dog between his knees.\\nCome, Shep you, over yonder,\\nA talkin to your dog;\\nThis ain t no lunatic asylum;\\nCome, let s have a clog.\\nOh! you don t know how it s done, hey?\\nYou re modest, that is all;\\nCome, boys, let s start the music\\nNow, herder, balance all.\\n30", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Start, now; you re up against it;\\nClose up your blattin face\\nThat s good; now slide out for the hills,\\nYour dog has quit the chase.\\nGo! Pull your freight and vanish!\\nGet out and split the breeze,\\nShake off the wool that s in your clothes-\\nA little faster, please.\\nNow, gentlemen, the air is cleared\\nOf that flea-bitten bum,\\nPut up your guns and wet your throats\\nWith Casey s fightin rum.\\n3i", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Here s to the happy days of old,\\nWhen wages they was high;\\nCome, drink, you won t get licker\\nIn the sweet bye and bye.\\n32", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "u. 1\\ni\\nft", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Co an Indian SfculL\\nOh! ghastly relic of departed life,\\nWhose savage spirit once therein did dwell,\\nCouldst thou but voice thy crimson past,\\nWhat direful tales thy tongue could tell.\\nAs on the reeking trail of war,\\nThy bloody thirst was quenched in thee\\nWhen round the torture stake, with burning brand,\\nThy cruel spirit laughed in fiendish glee.\\nAnd if that fleshless mouth could speak,\\nAnd cease its grim, post-mortem smile,\\nWouldst thou confess thy bloody deeds\\nAnd fill these ears with stories vile?\\n33", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "As when thy mortal tongue was wont\\nTo boast of all thy bloody crimes,\\nAnd how thy evil life was spent\\nIn seeking scalps those by-gone times.\\nAnd how, when on the western plains,\\nWith war-plume dipped in pale-face gore,\\nThat lofty crest was parted with\\nThe raven locks it proudly wore.\\nWhere didst thou get this woman s scalp\\nThat with thee in the tomb was found,\\nWith scars of tomahawk and knife,\\nAnd weeping willow bent around?\\n34", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Came it from some fair maiden s head\\nWhose relatives had gone before,\\nSlain by thy relentless band,\\nWho thirsted for the white man s gore?\\nOr did it come from matron dame,\\nWhose little ones bewailed her fate,\\nAs to their bleeding form they clung,\\nThe victim of the red man s hate?\\nOh! ghastly relic of departed life,\\nWhose changless smile is ever bold,\\nCouldst thou but voice thy crimson past,\\nWhat grewsome tales thou couldst unfold!\\n35", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "6mb pile.\\nFrom out the mess-tent s grimy door,\\nMaking the cowboy s heart grow sore,\\nMorn after morn, in the same old style,\\nComes the cook s call of Grub Pile.\\nTo each cowboy it means the same,\\nNo matter what may be his name;\\nIn the morn s chill air it sounds a mile,\\nThat rasping cook s call of Grub Pile.\\nHow harsh it seems to the waking ear\\nWhen one more dream would be so dear;\\nAh! naught will ever reconcile\\nThe soul to that old call, Grub Pile.\\n36", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Bill and parson Sim*\\nBill Riley was a cow-boy,\\nAnd a quicker shot than him,\\nThere wasn t in the country,\\nExceptin Parson Sim.\\nAnd I reckon you could ride the trail\\nFrom Texas to the line,\\nAnd braver men than Bill and Sim\\nI bet you couldn t find.\\nBill he was tall and lanky,\\nWith black and piercin eyes\\nThat seemed to flash like lightin\\nWhen storm is in the skies.\\n37", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "His voice was soft and solemn like\\nHis heart was kind and true,\\nBut he could paint the town as red\\nAs any man I knew.\\nSim he was mighty near as tall,\\nWith sunny eyes of blue\\nThat seemed to laugh and sparkle\\nAs eves will sometimes do.\\nThe boys they called him Parson,\\nHe owed it to his hair,\\nAnd to the classic language,\\nHe d use when he would swear.\\n38", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "They chummed as boys together\\nAnd learned to shoot and ride;\\nWorked for the same cow outfits,\\nAnd grew up side by side.\\nOne bed it always done for both;\\nThey used the same war-sack,\\nStuck up for one another,\\nNd all their money d whack.\\nWell, Bill and Sim one winter,\\nTwas back in 89,\\nWere batchin near a tradin post\\nUp north close to the line.\\n39", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "And they was havin rafts of fun\\nAnd spendin lots of coin,\\nBetween the little tradin post\\nAnd old Fort Assinniboine.\\nBut one night they took in a dance,\\nAnd there they met a gal,\\nTwas old Buck Berry s daughter,\\nHis oldest daughter Val.\\nHer right flame it was Valentine,\\nThey called her Val for short,\\nAnd she was fine a little rose\\nAs bloomed in that resort.\\n40", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Z o\\n5", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Her hair was kinder yaller\\nAnd shined like placer gold,\\nAnd on the hearts of Bill and Sim\\nShe got an awful hold.\\nSo when she danced with other men,\\nWell Bill he d hit the kag,\\nAnd when Sim couldn t get her smiles,\\nHe, too, would want a jag.\\nWaltz, quadrille and polkey\\nWas danced till break of day\\nAnd both the fiddlers got so drunk,\\nThe durned chumps couldn t play.\\n41", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Old Berry he was loaded too,\\nAnd pulled his forty-five,\\nAnd worked on one musichin,\\nLike bee upon his hive.\\nBut nary toon could Berry\\nWith all his labor git;\\nThe women-folks put on theVraps,\\nAn dancin had to quit.\\nTwas tlfen the bloody fight was fit,\\nThe worst I ever saw,\\nAnd I have seen some red hot scraps\\nCome off without a flaw.\\n42", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "You see Bill he was stalkin round,\\nIntoxicated quite\\nOn love and Injun whiskey,\\nAnd itchin for a fight.\\nWhile Parson Sim he too had on\\nA pretty decent load,\\nNd tackled Val to take her home,\\nIn language a-la-mode.\\nBut just as he was askin her,\\nAnd she got up to go,\\nBill he come up to where they was,\\nA walkin kind of slow.\\n43", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "And with a sort o stately bow,\\nHe turned his back on Sim,\\nAnd asked Val if she wouldn t take\\nThe homeward ride with him.\\nWell, twas over in a second,\\nA few cuss-words was said;\\nSim he was grazed along the cheek,\\nAnd Bill was lyin dead.\\nAnd these poor Bill lay bleedin,\\nA-gaspin hard for breath,\\nWith Sim a-standin over him,\\nHis face as white as death.\\n44", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A look of horror crossed his face,\\nNd sorrer filled his eyes,\\nAs Bill s brave spirit left the clay,\\nAnd started for the skies.\\nI reckon that he thought of how\\nIn all those happy years,\\nThey both had been like brothers,\\nAnd shared their joys and fears.\\nThen moanin like he took the gal,\\nAnd started for the door,\\nFor she had fainted dead away\\nWhen Bill dropped to the floor.\\n45", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "But there were soldiers in the room\\nJust waitin for a show\\nTo perforate a cow-boy\\nLike Parson Sim, you know.\\nAnd with a yell they pulled their guns,\\nAnd made a sudden rush;\\nThey thought they held a winnin hand,\\nBut Sim he had a flush.\\nFor now his fighting blood was up\\nAnd layin Val aside,\\nTo get her out of danger,\\nHe let the bullets slide.\\n46", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "And every time his gun would crack,\\nA soldier hit the floor;\\nThe room was failed with powder smoke,\\nAnd ran with U. S. gore.\\nOld Buck he got his gal away,\\nThen he come back to fight,\\nBut every thing was over,\\nAnd he saw an awful sight.\\nThe soldiers they was lyin round,\\nA dozen men or more,\\nLooked like the field of Gettysburg\\nSo many strewed the floor.\\n47", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "And Parson Sim was dyin*\\nWith his arms around poor Bill,\\nHis head a-lyin on the breast\\nThat now was cold and still.\\nHe d won the fight though wounded,\\nThe kneelin by the spot\\nWhere Bill was lyuV cold in death,\\nHe fired the fatal shot.\\nThat let him follow after Bill\\nHe died without a groan,\\nAnd with Bill restin in his arms,\\nHe sought the great unknown.\\n48", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "We laid them on a sunny hill,\\nThey re sleepin side by side\\nBeneath the western prairie soil,\\nWhere once they used to ride.\\nAnd Val she never married,\\nBut sometimes comes to weep\\nAnd wet the flowers with her tears,\\nWhere both her lovers sleep.\\n49", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Ht the Hnimal Convention*\\nRabbit-\\nIn sweet repose beneath the rose,\\nWhere gentle breezes sigh,\\nOn nature s breast I would fain rest\\nForever and for aye.\\nDeer\\nIn forest wilds, where nature smiles,\\nFrom hunters I would hide,\\nAnd softly dream of wood and stream,\\nWhile shadows softly glide.\\n5o", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Bear\\nAmid white bones and pine tree cones\\nOn barren mountain s crown,\\nIn darksome cave, with paw to lave,\\nI fain would lay me down.\\nWolf\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI long to sleep where blood runs deep\\nAnd dream of rippling gore,\\nI d like to eat a ton of meat\\nAn then to eat some more.\\n5i", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "XZbc Old Cow-Bo/s \u00e2\u0082\u00acale,\\nRight you are, son; in them days,\\nA whizzer* wouldn t go,\\nAnd when a man would try it on,\\nHis blood would shorely flow.\\nI reckolect a incident\\nThat happened up the crick,\\nBetween a loud-mouthed whizzer-man\\nAnd Oklahoma Dick.\\nThis whizzer gent was on a tare\\nAn takin in the town,\\nAn in his rig an shootin rons\\nLooked scary,* I ll be boun\\n52", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "He loomed up tall an savage,\\nLike a hungry grizzly bear,\\nWith shootin irons nd bowie knives,\\nNd long, black colored hair.\\nWell, Dick an me was sittin in\\nThe Bloody Heart saloon,\\nAn listenin to the talent there\\nA-renderin of a toon.\\nWhen in this locoed stranger comes\\nA-twirlin of his guns\\nNd grindin of his snarly teeth,\\nFrom which terbakker runs.\\n53", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Nd shakin of a load or two,\\nTo kind o stop the deal,\\nHe yelled out in a bawlin voice\\nThis darin -like appeal:\\nMy name is Long-haired Carter,\\nAn my fad is killin men;\\nA corpse, it is my only friend\\nMy home, a slaughter-pen.\\nI m a rattlesnake an grizzly,\\nMy drink is pizen straight;\\nI live on blood nd powder smoke,\\nAnd lightenin is my gait.\\n54", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "My yell is like a death knell,\\nI wade in human gore;\\nThe bravest men, they fan the breeze*\\nWhene er they hear my roar.\\nMy eye is like the eagle s,\\nMy hand is sudden death;\\nA graveyard blossoms at my door,\\nAnd hell is in my breath.\\nThe only music that I love\\nComes from a forty-five;\\nI ve killed more human bein s\\nThan any man alive.\\n55", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "And when he finished up his song,\\nHe sorter glared around,\\nAs though lookin for some chap\\nWho hankered to be downed.\\nWell, everything subsided when\\nThe stranger took the floor;\\nSome thought they wasn t needed,\\nAnd soon vanished out the door.\\nThe music!?, it was grindin out\\nA soft and solium air;\\nWhen Dick, he queitly got up,\\nNd, pushin back his chair,\\n56", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "He sauntered kinder calmly up\\nTo that bloodthirsty guy;\\nBit off a chew of twisted plug,\\nNd spit it in his eye.\\nThen like a flash his gun he pulled\\nNd brought her up, full cocked,\\nTo where old Long-hair s visage was\\nA-lookin kind of shocked.\\nOf course, we all expected then\\nTo see some shootin done,\\n,Nd crowded backward out of range\\nNd waited for the fun.\\n57", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Well, you otighter seen that bully,\\nWith the juice a-runnin down,\\nNd drippin off his whiskers\\nWith a soft an sicknin soun\\nNd throwin up his tremblin hands\\nAs high as he could reach,\\nHe dropped a-tremblin on his knees\\nNd gave out this beseech:\\nOh pardner, save my life/ said he,\\nI wouldn t harm a child;\\nMy name is just plain Carter,\\nAnd I m anything but wild.\\n58", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Don t shoot, for God s sake, pard, he said;\\nI didn t mean no harm.\\nYou see, Dick s old six-shooter,\\nIt worked a sort of charm.\\nWell, Dick he emptied out his gun,\\nAnd drilled a hole or two\\nIn Long-hair s hat and whiskers\\nFor the wind to whistle through.\\nAnd then he made him pull his freight,\\nWith orders not to lag\\nNor loiter by the road-side till\\nHe struck the sage brush sag.\\n59", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Well, Carter didn t wait to get\\nA second bid, you know,\\nBut hit the highest places\\nIn his eagerness to go.\\nNo, son; you couldn t work a bluff\\nThem days, an make it stick;\\nFor if you ever tried it on,\\nSome gent was sure to kick.\\n60", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "H father s Hdvicc to FKs Son.\\nDon t marry a girl with dark blue eyes,\\nWhose love, the bards say, never dies;\\nTheir minds are narrow, their hearts are small.\\nTheir natures composed of unlimited gall,\\nBeware of the girl with eyes of gray,\\nFor when you re wed she ll want full sway\\nOf your business affairs also will use\\nYour hat, neckties and, perhaps, your shoes.\\nAvoid the girl with the soft, brown eye;\\nThey re all coquettes of the deepest dye;\\nSo watch yourself when one you meet,\\nFor, for downright flirts they can t be beat,\\n61", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "All black-eyed girls be sure to shun,\\nThey cause most evil now days, my son.\\nIn fact, if this life you would enjoy,\\nStay single as long as you can, my boy.\\n62", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "0 e (ftotf Runt*\\nOver the hills on a winter s morn,\\nIn the rosy glow of a day just born,\\nWith the eager hounds so fleet and strong,\\nOn the gray wolf s track we jog along.\\nClosely scanning with anxious eyes\\nThe snowy crest of each rocky rise,\\nStealthily on in the morning air,\\nThe gray wolf seeks his rocky lair.\\n63", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Back from the spoils of a midnight raid,\\nRed are his jaws from the feast he made;\\nBut, cunning as ever, he glances round\\nAnd sniffs the snow on the frozen ground.\\nAnd now he stops and glances back\\nOn the crooked windings of his track;\\nFor, softly on the breeze has come\\nA scent that makes his fierce heart numb.\\nHe also hears the crushing sound\\nOf trampling hoofs on the frozen ground,\\nAnd off he starts in sudden fear;\\nHis instinct tells him his foes are near.\\n64", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "And run thou must the Bad Lands o er\\nAs thou hast never run before;\\nFor like the wind o er hill and brake,\\nGrim death comes dashing in thy wake.\\nAnd now the hounds are in full sight,\\nAll eager for the coming fight,\\nUrged on by many a lusty cheer\\nFrom mounted hunters in the rear.\\nForemost in the chase comes Fly,\\nLike meteor flashing through the sky;\\nThen neck to neck and nose to nose,\\nBrave Sport and Pedro swiftly close,\\n65", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "The intervening space that s spread\\nBetween them and the wolf ahead\\nWhile each one eager for the race,\\nAnd old Don bravely setting pace.\\nBob and Queenie, Prince and White,\\nSpeed swiftly on in the morning light,\\nTheir motto is to do or die,\\nAnd naught but blood will satisfy.\\nFoot by foot and yard by yard,\\nWith waning strength and breathing hard,\\nThe wolf is swiftly losing ground,\\nHe feels the breath of the leading hound.\\nHis fierec jaws snap, his eye-balls glare,\\nHe struggles hard in mad despair.\\n66", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "The race is o er, the battle won,\\nThe wolf lies dying in the sun;\\nHis midnight raids are of the past,\\nHe s met the conquering foe at last.\\nWell done, brave hounds! Thy savage prey\\nWas shrewdly caught and killed today.\\n67", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "F)uman Discontentment,\\n,Twas stifling hot, in the month of May,\\nAnd all the people had much to say\\nAbout the heat, and the need of rain\\nIn order to save the farmers grain.\\nAnd so the people in every town\\nPrayed that the rain might soon come down,\\nAnd their prayers were answered, and none too soon,\\nFor the weather was dry till the first of June.\\nAnd the sky that for days had been so clear,\\nNow showed signs that a storm was near;\\nThe clouds on the earth their contents poured,\\nThe lightning flashed and the thunder roared.\\n68", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "And joy replaced each look of care\\nAs the grateful drops passed through the air,\\nAnd men who for weeks had looked so sad\\nSang and joked, for their hearts were glad.\\nEach wild flower raised its drooping head,\\nAnd a look of gladness the land o erspread,\\nAnd the hosts of insects that came in waves\\nNow lay dead in their watery graves.\\nHow musical sounded the soothing rain,\\nAs it pattered on roof and window pane,\\nWhen the dark ning shadows seemed to glide\\nThrough the driving mists at eventide.\\nBut when a month had passed away\\nAnd the rain contined to fall each day,\\n69", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "The people began to groan and fret,\\nAnd wish the country was not so wet.\\nAnd campers who had planned for days,\\nNow longed for the sun to shed its rays,\\nAnd that the sky would change its hue\\nFrom somber gray to its natural blue.\\nBut behind the clouds the sun still shone\\nIn the broad expanse of heaven s blue dome,\\nAnd a brilliant rainbow in hues galore\\nInformed us all that the rain was o er.\\nBut thus it is that the human mind\\nWill always have some fault to find\\nWith nature, as though God did not know\\nWhen to have rain, sushine or snow.\\n70", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "FHdden treasure JVKne.\\nOh them good, old, lucky days,\\nThem days of golden time,\\nWhen Alder Gulch was famous,\\nAnd Last Chance in its prime;\\nWhen gold dust was as common,\\nAs needles on the pine,\\nAnd Jim and me was workin\\nIn the Hidden Treasure mine.\\nThe Treasure was a placer mine,\\nAnd every single day\\nWe made a clean-up of the dust\\nThat in her sluices lay.\\nAnd while the evenin zeffers blew\\nWe saw the nuggets shine,\\nWhen Jim and me was workin\\nIn the Hidden Treasure mine.\\n7i", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Them days, we never used to think,\\nOr care about the way\\nThat politicians spent their cash,\\nNor what they had to say;\\nFor men had to be honest,\\nOr else they d stretch a line,\\nWhen Jim and me was workin\\nIn the Hidden Treasure mine.\\nAnd when I sit and ponder\\nOn them old, happy days,\\nWhen men were brave and loyal,\\nThough reckless in their ways,\\nThe sun it doesn t seem so bright\\nAs when it used to shine,\\nWhen Jim and me was workin\\nIn the Hidden Treasure mine.\\n72", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "But now poor Jim has passed away,\\nThe Treasure is all gone;\\nOld Alder Gulch and Last Chance,\\nThey are sad to look upon;\\nFor now, above the very spot,\\nA jobber hangs his sign\\nWhere Jim and me we used to work\\nThe Hidden Treasure mine.\\n73", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Sunrise in the Bad Lands*\\nThe dawn is breaking in the east,\\nAbove the bad-land hills;\\nAnd an early rising camp-bird,\\nHis morning carol trills.\\nA rabbit darts behind a bush,\\nAnd sits in comic pose\\nTo gaze with startled eyes at one\\nOt bunnie s human foes.\\nThe month is crisp November,\\nAnd the brown earth camly sleeps\\nBeneath the pure white mantle,\\nThat on her bosom heaps.\\n74", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "The camp-fire smoke goes curling\\nUpon the morning breeze\\nMaking rare and grotesque forms\\nAmong the leafless trees.\\nThe timid deer comes down to drink\\nAnd play upon the sand,\\nAlong the old Missouri,\\nSo picturesque and grand.\\nThen suddenly from out her bed,\\nThe sun breaks into view;\\nTo bid the world good-morrow,\\nA greeting ever new.\\n75", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "Che Cow-Boy s f ate*\\nOne night on the fall beef round-up,\\nIn October of ninety-three,\\nJack and I stood guard together\\nThis is what he said to me:\\nYes, Bill, times have changed a little,\\nSince we first learned how to ride;\\nCountry s full of barbed wire fences,\\nAnd the range is not so wide.\\nAnd, Bill, you are rich and happy,\\nGot a wife and lots of gold;\\nBeen a man and stuck to business,,\\nWhile I well, I m getting old.\\n7 6", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Yes, I ve been in many places,\\nSorter on the French qui vive;\\nWouldn t get but just located,\\nWhen I d up. and have to leave.\\nHave to pack my bed and vanish;\\nPull out for the high divide;\\nSeek a new range, strike a cow ranch,\\nSettle down and try to ride.\\nGet a good job on the roun-up;\\nMake a stake and go to town,\\nThere fill up on Injun whiskey,\\nPull my gun and saunter roun\\\\\\n77", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Smoke the town and whip the sheriff,\\nPlay em high, and shoot and shout,\\nTill the air was filled with music\\nAnd the people all hid out.\\nThen I d saddle up my private,\\nFog the street lights on the run,\\nTill I struck the open prairie\\nThen my painting job was done.\\nThat is why I m Here tonight, Bill;\\nRidin roun this old beef herd,\\nListening to the coyotes holler\\nEchoes of the life I ve blurred.\\n78", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "And it seems like luck s against me,\\nNow that I am getting gray;\\nFor you know the good, old sayin\\nEvery dog will have his day.\\nI can t stand the hard knocks now, Bill,\\nThat I used to think was fun;\\nAnd I m like an old cow pony\\nThat s forgotten how to run.\\nSay, Bill; you may think I m nervy,\\nWouldn t ask if I was flush,\\nBut a man can t stan to winter\\nLike a dogie in the brush.\\n79", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "And I though I d better ask, Bill,\\nIf you d let me have a show\\nJust to earn a winter s grub stake,\\nEven if it s shovelin snow.\\nFor, you see, I ain t partic lar\\nWhat I drive at now-a-days,\\nJust to earn an honest livin\\nFor it s steady work that pays.\\nAnd a man can t make a fortune\\nPaintin towns and gettin drunk;\\nTried it long enough to know, Bill;\\nWish I d all the coin I ve sunk.\\n80", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Thanks; I knew twould be a cold day\\nWhen you wouldn t help me, Bill;\\nDidn t know jest where I d winter,\\nAnd the weather s gettin chill.\\nThese nights makes a feller wonder\\nWhere his summer work has gone,\\nWhen the frost sticks to his whiskers,\\nAnd he needs a coonskin on.\\nHope we ll have a few more warm days,\\nTill we get these cattle shipped,\\nFor this wind cuts like a blizzard,\\nMakes me feel like I d been whipped.\\n81", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Two o clock! Well, who d a thought it?\\nTime has flew on angel s wings,\\nAs I heard an eastern feller\\nTell a girl down at the Springs.\\nSo, I guess I d better hurry\\nAnd wake up the next relief\\nGuess camp s over in that coolee,\\nJust beyond the rocky reef.\\nSo long, Bill; I ll see you later!\\nAnd old Jack passed out of sight;\\nGayly singing as he galloped\\nTo his death that stormy night.\\n82", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "For we found his lifeless body\\nWhen the morning sun arose,\\nWith the diamond frost still sparkling\\nOn his blood be-spattered clothes.\\nFor, you see, his horse had fallen;\\nStruck a hole, and Jack was caught,\\nWith his head crushed on a boulder\\nThus his tragic death was wrought.\\nPoor old Jack! Good hearted always,\\nMay his soul in peace abide,\\nWhere good cow-boys ride in comfort,\\nFar beyond the Great Divide.\\n83", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "Jack and Bill.\\nHemmed in by the fierce Nez Perce,\\nOn a wild and baren hill,\\nLay two cowboys, bravely fighting-\\nOne is Jack; the other, Bill.\\nFiercely yell the painted red-skins,\\nAs they circle to and fro,\\nEager for the white man s scalp-lock,\\nAnd to see his life blood flow.\\nLong and well the white men battle,\\nOne by one the red-skins fall,\\nTill at length poor Bill falls backward,\\nWounded by a rifle ball.\\n84", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Jack, old man, my days are ended;\\nThat last shot was through the breast;\\nBut, before I cross the river,\\nGrant me this one last request.\\nPromise me that when I ve drifted\\nTo that land where cowboys go,\\nThat you ll let my dear, old parents\\nAnd my faithful sweetheart know.\\nTake this ring and pack of letters,\\nAnd this lock of golden hair;\\nGive them back to gentle Nellie,\\nTo my love, so true and fair.\\n85", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Shell be waiting in the twilight,\\nNeath the hemlock on the hill,\\nWhere the morning glory blossoms,\\nRound the old, moss covered mill.\\nTell her how I ve been intending,\\nWhen the fall round-up was o er,\\nTo return and keep my promise\\nAnd to ride the range no more.\\nThen poor Bill fell back unconscious,\\nWhile old Jack fought grimly on,\\nFought until the shadows lengthened\\nAnd the light of day was gone.\\n86", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Night came on and in the darkness,\\nWhile the red-skin sentries slept,\\nWith Bill lashed upon his shoulders,\\nOld Jack down a coulee crept.\\nStruggled over rocks and sage brush,\\nThrough a long and sultry night,\\nTill the sunshine of the morning\\nBrought the round-up camp in sight.\\nBack to life the cowboys nursed Bill,\\nBack to life and health once more,\\nAnd he duly kept his promise\\nWhen the fall round-up was o er.\\n87", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Jack returned the ring and letters\\nAnd the lock of golden hair,\\nBut to Bill s thanks wouldn t listen,\\nSaid, for thanks he didn t care.\\nYears have passed, and in a valley,\\nLiving with the birds and bees,\\nBill and Nell their nest have feathered,\\nSheltered round by green-wood trees.\\nThere they dwell in loving union,\\nLiving but to live again;\\nNell, the happiest of women;\\nBill, the happiest of men.\\n88", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "While in endless, dreamless slumber,\\nWhere the blue-bells raise their crests,\\nWith his task on earth completed,\\nOld Jack in a coulee rests.\\nBorn and bred in western freedom,\\nRough he was; but who can say\\nThat the books will not be balanced\\nIn his favor judgment day.\\n8 9", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "t3be Obsequies of jfacfc*\\nPoor old Jack! we chose his bed-ground\\nWhere the lone pine throws its shade;\\nAnd the willows wept in silence\\nNear the grave we sadly made.\\nSoftly fell the snow, and ghostly,\\nLike a shroud it hid the ground;\\nAnd, but for the parson s preaching,\\nSilence reigned supreme around.\\nAnd we felt a trifle lonesome,\\nAs around the open grave\\nWe listened to the parson s words:\\nHe hath taken what He gave.\\n90", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Or other words to that effect,\\nI can t remember now;\\nBut which seemed fitten at the time,\\nI heard old Bill allow.\\nAt the wind up of the sermon\\nWe all sang Sweet Bye and Bye;\\nLikewise rendered Rock of Ages\\nAnd A Mansion in the Sky.\\nAnd as in the grave we lowered\\nThat brave form, to rise no more,\\nEvery eye was over-flowin\\nEvery cowboy s heart was sore.\\nDust of dust to dust returneth,\\nThen the parson slowly said;\\nAnd the words seemed sad and solium\\nTo us mourners of the dead.\\n91", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Thus we planted Jack that evening,\\nWhile the snow flakes softly fell;\\nAnd he sleeps within the bosom\\nOf the West he loved so well.\\n92", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Vbc Cow-Boy s Grave.\\nThe cow-herd grazes calmly\\nAmong the grassy hills,\\nAnd a soft Montana zephyr\\nThe sultry air distills.\\nThe sun is sinking in the west,\\nThe sky is bathed in gold,\\nAnd I listened to the cow-boy speak\\nAs this sad tale he told:\\nSee that lone tree in the coulee,\\nJust beyond the rocky reef,\\nWhere the giant granite boulder\\nStands out in bold relief?\\n93", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "Well, that lone pine marks the bed ground\\nOf Jack s last long repose,\\nWhere the blue-bells nod in sorrow\\nWhere the breeze at evening blows.\\nAnd the gray wolf s howl seems dismal,\\nWhen the nights are cold and drear,\\nLike a lost soul s wail for mercy,\\nDrawn out so long and clear.\\nThere Jack sleeps in his lowly bed\\nBeneath the rocky soil.\\nNo more he ll ride the festive bronk,\\nNo more the rope he ll coil.\\nNo more he ll paint the western towns\\nAs in the days of yore,\\nFor Jack has crossed the river, and\\nWill ride the range no more.\\n94", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "No doubt you ve heard the story\\nOf how he met his end\\nBetween the camp and cattle\\nDown yonder in the bend?\\nAnd how his old friend Bill stood guard\\nAll through that stormy night,\\nA-singin to that wild beef herd\\nUntil twas broad day light?\\nAnd how they found Jack s body\\nWhen, the morning sun arose,\\nWith the diamond frost still glistenin\\nOn his face and bloody clothes?\\nAnd I reckon you have heard of how\\nHis friend Bill rode to town\\nTo get a preacher and a box\\nTo plant Jack in the groun\\n95", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "You see, they d been together off\\nAnd on for many years,\\nAnd when Bill heard that Jack was dead,\\nHe lost some bitter tears.\\nAnd when poor Jack was buried\\nThe cow-boys stood around\\nAnd watched the coffin lowered\\nIn the cold and dreary ground.\\nYou ve heard of how they knelt that day\\nBeneath a wintry sky,\\nAnd listened to the parson s words,\\nWhile not an eye was dry?\\nAnd how his grave is kept so green\\nBy Bill, whose life he saved\\nWhen he was sorely wounded\\nAnd with the fever raved?\\n90", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "And when those reckless fellows\\nLay cornered in the hills\\nBehind their slaughtered horses,\\nHe nigh gave his life for Bill s?\\nBut that s another story\\nAnd its time for me to start\\nThese cattle for their bed-ground,\\nSo, my friend, we ll have to part.\\nAnd off in haste the cow-boy dashed\\nIn the soft and mellow light,\\nTo point the cattle toward the spot\\nSelected for the night.\\nAnd as I rode to that lone grave\\nBeneath the old pine tree,\\nThe blue-bells nodded in the wind\\nAnd seemed to welcome me.\\nQ7", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "The little mound was covered\\nWith trailing evergreen\\nAnd there were signs of loving care\\nAbout the silent scene.\\nThe sun s last rays were glinting\\nOn the pine board at the head,\\nAnd the old tree groaned in sorrow\\nAbove its cherished dead.\\nAnd sitting there in somber thought\\nIn the slowly fading light,\\nI read this simple epitaph\\nBefore it passed from sight:\\nHere lies poor Jack; his race is run;\\nNo more this range he ll ride;\\nAt last he s got a steady job\\nBeyond the Great Divide.\\n98", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Twas carved in clear cut letters\\nWith rough but loving skill,\\nThe date was fixed and underneath\\nThe well known name of Bill.\\n99", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "H Calc of Love*\\nVenus, one mid-summer day,\\nIn all her wealth of power,\\nSent little Cupid out to play\\nIn shady nook and bower.\\nThen with magi s wand she led\\nTwo young hearts to the mountains,\\nWhere running brooks are amply fed\\nBy Nature s crystal fountains.\\nAnd as each pleasant day they spent\\nAlone along the river,\\nLittle Cupid s bow was bent\\nAnd arrows filled his quiver.\\nioo", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "And as the time passed quickly by,\\nAs time will sometimes do,\\nThey wrote about the crimson sky,\\nAnd photographed each view.\\nThen Cupid, with his little darts\\nAll tipped and feathered neatly,\\nMade war upon those two young hearts\\nAnd routed them completely.\\nAnd as with weary feet they fled\\nFrom Nature s crystal fountains,\\nThey said the things they left unsaid\\nBehind them in the mountains.\\nIOI", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Brookstde Raticbe.\\nNestled in a fertile valley,\\nWhere Dry Beaver finds its source,\\nAnd the Little Rocky mountains\\nTo the clouds their summits force.\\nWhere the wild and reckless cow-boy\\nRides in all his careless grace,\\nHeedless of surrounding dangers,\\nHappiest of all his race.\\nWhere the music born of Nature\\nThrills the soul with strange delight,\\nAs it floats on western breezes,\\nAnd the days are always bright.\\n102", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Where the wild deer roam at pleasure\\nO er the Bad Land s rugged brakes,\\nAnd the wild fowl fill the rushes\\nGrowing round the prairie lakes.\\nThere among the verdant foot-hills,\\nNear a little mountain stream,\\nLies the ranche that dear Old Brookside,\\nLovely as a maiden s dream.\\nFar from other habitation,\\nRomance fills its every lane,\\nAs the changing landscape stretches\\nFrom the woods to treeless plain.\\nAnd the air was filled with fragrance,\\nAs we strolled, my love and I,\\nIn the green and cooling meadows\\nNeath the blue Montana sky.\\ni 3", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "There, among the wild rose thickets,\\nMassed along that little stream,\\nHand in hand we strolled together,\\nLife was like a summer s dream.\\nTill one day the voice of fortune\\nFilled our ears with gilded tales,\\nAnd we left our cherished Brookside\\nWith its hills and pleasant dales.\\nLeft its charms, but not forever,\\nSuch a fate could never be,\\nLife would be devoid of pleasure\\nIf our ranche we could not see.\\nSo each year we ll pack our baggage,\\nIn the golden summer time,\\nAnd we ll spend a month of pleasure,\\nAt Old Brookside, so sublime.\\n104", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Oe Indian s \u00e2\u0082\u00acak of Christ.\\nFar from the white man s habitation,\\nUnder the northland s smiling sun,\\nWhere, like a huge wave rolling down,\\nMountain and plain blend into one;\\nThere, where the shadows and sunbeams meet,\\nOnce was the home of the great Blackfeet.\\nLost in the clouds that veil the skies,\\nThe crest of the Rockies bravely rise\\nJagged and crowned by eternal snow,\\nFaithfully guarding the plain below,\\nThat by Dame Nature s hand is traced\\nLike an apron hung from her ample waist,\\nWith rivers that burst from crystal springs\\nTo act as nature s apron strings.\\n105", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "The home of a tribe once rich and strong,\\nThat ruled o er their country well and long.\\nBut as kings e en bow to the hand of fate\\nThat makes brave hearts as desolate\\nAs the barren sands of a sea-girt isle,\\nSo bows the red-man, and yet the while\\nIn his inmost soul he never yields,\\nBut curbs the passion his spirit feels,\\nAnd trust to the Manitou, czar of men,\\nTo place him back on his throne again.\\nIn all its strenght, one summer day,\\nOf just wh,at year there s none can say-\\nThe old red-men say, long ago,\\nAnd what they tell is all we know\\nThe Blackfeet tribe, in grand display,\\nAlong the Medicine river lay.\\n1 06", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "The great sun-dance with tortures vile\\nWas being danced in royal style,\\nAnd, grimly, on both day and night,\\nThe Blackfeet danced with all their might;\\nThe youthful braves, with savage zest,\\nEnduring well the torture test.\\nBathed in the light of breaking day,\\nThe camp in regal spendor lay,\\nWhile formally greeting the rising sun\\nWith weird chant and doleful drum,\\nRound and round with solemn tread,\\nThe warriors danced and sang and bled.\\nSang and danced both young and old,\\nPraising the sun with its beams of gold;\\nDanced as the silvery moonbeams dance,\\nAs on the river they float and glance;\\nSang as the wind in the tree-top sings\\nSang of the joy that the sunlight brings.\\n107", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "Sang like the wolf on the lonely hill;\\nSang the song of the mountain rill\\nDanced as their fathers danced of old,\\nAs into the sky the great sun rolled;\\nSang and danced in many ways,\\nBlessing the sun s life giving rays.\\nThus it was that summer s morn,\\nWhen into the Indian world was born\\nA chief from out the rising sun,\\nWhose advent was a welcome one\\nThe Father of Men, the Manitou,\\nInto the world was born and grew.\\nForth from the spirit land he came,\\nFrom the happy hunting grounds, his name\\nSoon dwelt dear on every tongue,\\nHis praise by every lip was sung.\\nWise in council, brave and true,\\nCalled by men the Manitou.\\n1 08", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Wise was he, no man as wise.\\nOut of death the corpse would rise;\\nThe deaf could hear, the blind man see,\\nAt a word from him, so wise was he.\\nAh! happy then the people grew,\\nThe world was changed from old to new.\\nHe told of a land beyond the sky\\nWhere people live and never die;\\nDancing and singing, they never tire;\\nWhere suckling babe and white-haired sire\\nAre made both strong of limb and mind\\nAnd fleet of foot as the prairie wind.\\nWhere people soar with wings of snow;\\nWhere live together friend and foe.\\nThus this prophet came and spoke\\nAnd in each Indian heart awoke\\nA feeling never there before\\nA longing for this mystic shore.\\n109", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "But on the fourth his eye grows dim,\\nHis last horse falls from under him;\\nHis lance is broken, arrows gone,\\nAnd yet he battles bravely on;\\nHurling stones of wondrous size,\\nTill sank the sun in western skies.\\nBut one day when the sun was cold\\nThis prophet sought with footsteps bold\\nThe buflalo, where dwelt the Sioux,\\nWho knew not of the Manitou.\\nAnd while the heavens seemed to frown,\\nSent warriors out to strike him down.\\nBut brave was he, no man as brave;\\nHe hurtled back the blows they gave,\\nAnd countless warriors bit the snow\\nBeneath his deadly lance and bow.\\nThree long days and weary nights\\nDrag slowly on, and still he fights.\\nno", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Where pausing on the mountain s brim\\nIt seemed to smile and beckon him.\\nAnd floating on its beams of light\\nInto the clouds he passed from sight;\\nBack to his home beyond the sky,\\nWhere people live and never die.\\nThus came and went the stranger chief,\\nAnd, though his stay on earth was brief,\\nHis teachings still remain behind\\nIn many a dusky warrior s mind.\\nAnd when the sun sinks in the west,\\nThe Blackfeet say He s gone to rest.\\nin", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "*Cbe Little Cross*\\nBack in the Bad Lands rugged brakes,\\nColored by nature s magic art,\\nStands a cabin in sad decay,\\nThat mutely appeals to the human heart.\\nRudely it s built of rough pine logs,\\nFitted together with careless skill,\\nAnd but for a little murmuring brook,\\nThe air around is strangely still.\\nThickly the wild flowers blossom round,\\nAnd the summer sky is calm o er head,\\nAs the western sun moves slowly\\nIn its crimson colored bed.\\n112", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "A magpie wings its solemn flight\\nTo an old pine on the hill,\\nAnd all seems sad and silent,\\nExcept the noisy rill.\\nA coyote skulks among the rocks\\nThat crown the nearby ridge,\\nAnd a rabbit sleeps beneath the shade\\nOf an old moss covered bridge.\\nAnd as I sit and ponder,\\nAnd view this silent scene,\\nA wild deer browses into view,\\nThe jagged hills between.\\nAnd sitting on my restless horse\\nIn blissful solitude,\\nI gaze and yet I hesitate\\nMy presence to intrude.\\n3", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "And now the magpie leaves his perch\\nIn the old worm-eaten pine,\\nAnd lights upon a little cross\\nHalf hidden by a vine.\\nThat clustered round its wooden frame\\nAs tho with fond embrace,\\nTo mark the lone tho sacred spot\\nOf a child s last resting place.\\nOnly a little grave, and yet\\nBeneath that grassy mound\\nA little form sleeps calmly in\\nThe cold and silent ground.\\nOnly a little cross of wood,\\nAnd a morning glory vine,\\nSheltered in the cooling shade\\nOf an old storm-beaten pine.", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "I gently pushed the leaves aside\\nThat clustered round the frame,\\nTo see if loving hands had traced\\nA line, or even baby s name.\\nThese simple lines and nothing more,\\nWere there to tell the tale\\nOf a child s sad death, a broken heart,\\nAnd a mother s anguished wail.\\nLittle Ned, our darling tot,\\nSleeps in this wild and lonely spot,\\nAnd with him sleeps his mother s love,\\nHis soul is with his Father above.\\nAh! whose but a mother s gentle hand\\nCould smooth with loving care\\nThe earth above her baby boy,\\nAnd place those flowers there?\\n5", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "For now I see a little bunch\\nOf pansies dried and old,\\nTied with a faded ribbon\\nAll streaked with clinging mold.\\nAnd as I hastened from the spot\\nBeneath the old pine tree,\\nThe coyote gave a mournful howl\\nThat almost startled me.\\nThe wild deer vanished in the hills,\\nThe rabbit left the shade\\nBeneath the old moss-covered bridge\\nAt my unseemly raid.\\nThe magpie soared on solemn wing\\nAbove the grassy mound,\\nWhere slept his little playmate in\\nThe cold and clammy ground.\\n116", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "And rocking in the coming breeze\\nAbove his earthly bed,\\nThe old pine sang sweet lullabies\\nAbove its cherished dead.\\nNo marble slab with chiselled words\\nCould half so sacred be\\nAs that vine-covered little cross\\nBeneath the old pine tree.\\n117", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "Che Cow-Boy s Reply*\\nOld and blemished and flecked with gray,\\nA cow-horse feebly stands\\nA weak reminder of the day\\nHe smote the desert sands\\nWith flying hoofs that held the speed\\nOf wings or prarie wind,\\nThe model of a noble breed,\\nHis equal hard to find.\\nBut e en as since the world began,\\nThe march of Father Time\\nHas spared not beast nor even man,\\nBut passeth on sublime;\\nHence, burdened with a score of years,\\nThe old horse bravely stands,\\nNo more he ll chase the long-horned steers\\nAcross the prarie sands.\\n118", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "His head drops low, a mist bedims\\nThat eye once full of pride;\\nA tremor passes through his limbs,\\nHis age he cannot hide,\\nBut hark! his cow-boy owner speaks\\nWith cold scorn in his words,\\nA flush of pride lights up his cheeks,\\nAnd ill his wrath he curbs:\\nNo, stranger, not for all the wool\\nThat grows upon your bands,\\nNot even for your money, fool!\\nNor all your stolen lands,\\nWould I, while able to draw breath\\nOr pull a trigger straight,\\nSell that old friend I d rather death\\nWould hurry up my fate.\\nSo pard, I laugh your bid to scorn!\\nYour money you can keep!\\nFor that old horse was never born\\nTo drive a band of sheep!\\n119", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "Zbc Cow-Boy s Regret*\\nWhoop-Up City it was called,\\nIn them old, happy days,\\nWhen cow-boys they wore cutters,\\nAnd were genteel in their ways.\\nAnd when I look at that old town\\nAnd see them cussed swells\\nA-ridin wheels with boy s pants on\\nAnd pngin little bells.\\nWhile by their side, or else in front,\\nAs bold as any man,\\nA gal with men s apparel on\\nThe breezes swiftly fan.\\n1 20", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Why, it makes me feel that should this world\\nCome to a sudden close,\\nI could gladly cross the river\\nThat for everlastin flows.\\nAnd with the pretty angel gals,\\nA-soarin trough the sky,\\nI d barg in for a pair of wings,\\nAnd try and learn to fly.\\n121", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "Cbc Montanas at Caloocan*\\nThe boys lay in their trenches,\\nAll eager for the fray,\\nBefore the town of Caloocan\\nOn that eventful day.\\nOld Glory floated over head\\nAnd courage filled each breast,\\nFor they were from Montana,\\nThe Queen State of the West.\\nWhere nature smiles serenely\\nBeneath a western sky,\\nAnd the mountains war-scarred summits\\nEcho back the eagle s cry.\\n122", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "The bugle sounds the charge along\\nThat waiting line of blue,\\nAnd at its clear and signal notes\\nThe boys charge straight and true.\\nHurrah for the Montanas!\\nWas the shout that rent the air,\\nAnd burst from Utah warriors throats\\nAmid the battle s glare.\\nFor step by step, in perfect line,\\nThey marched as on parade,\\nTo take the town or meet his death\\nWas what each soldier prayed.\\nLike countless wasps the bullets swarm\\nAround that gallant band,\\nBut on to the charge our heroes go\\nWith a cheer for their native land.\\n[2 3", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "They rout the foe, the Stars and Stripes\\nWave o er the burning town;\\nThe flag that never yet has found\\nA foe that could haul it down.\\nSo let us sing a song of praise\\nFor each and every one\\nOf those brave boys who fought so well\\nBeneath a tropic sun.\\nAnd also, let us shed sad tears\\nFor those who nobly fell,\\nFor he who meets a soldier s death\\nHas done his duty well.\\n124", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Nature s Grand Opera.\\nI love to hear the raindrops\\nOn the old woods patter down,\\nTis a softer, sweeter music\\nThan you listen to in town;\\nWith hailstones for the tenor,\\nAnd old thunder for the bass,\\nThe raindrops sing soprano\\nAs they seek to kiss your face;\\nWhile to and fro with silent grace,\\nChain-lightning bravely tries\\nTo dance the mystic serpentine,\\nAlong the stormy skies.\\n125", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "Tis an opera from nature,\\nOnly played on nature s stage,\\nAnd tis in the merry spring-time\\nThat it seems to be the rage;\\nThe setting of the stage, is\\nWell adapted to the play,\\nWith its clouds of inky blackness\\nOn a curtain somber gray;\\nBut the last act is the master stroke\\nWhen, t arching over all,\\nThe rainbow, grand, spectacular,\\nForbids the rain to fall.\\n126", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "evening in the Bad Lands*\\nA sultry day draws to a close,\\nAmong the Bad Land brakes;\\nAnd the summer sun sinks in repose\\nBeyond the prairie lakes.\\nThe landscape spreads before the eye\\nA panoramic view,\\nThat stretches out from sky to sky,\\nIn ever changing hue.\\nThe swift Missouri sweeps along\\nIts rough and rocky bed;\\nSinging a hoarse and sullen song\\nAbove its silent dead.\\n127", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "Softly the old trees sigh o er head,\\nWoo d by the western breeze;\\nLike love-lorn maid by Cupid led\\nAmong the birds and bees.\\nDame Nature smiles with lazy mein,\\nAs in the changing light\\nShe doffs her bright and lively green\\nAnd takes the garb of night.\\nEach bird has sung his evening song,\\nThe bees have gone to sleep;\\nAnd night treads silently along\\nIn shadows thick and deep.\\nA grand and peaceful star-lit night,\\nThat folows after day;\\nAnd comes with soft and soothing touch,\\nTo charm our cares away.\\n128", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "And yet what countless sins are wrought\\nIn one short summer night;\\nBehind the mask of darkness that\\nObscures the human sight.\\nBy men and women, young and old,\\nAll heedless of the fact\\nThat God is watching over all\\nAnd sees each covert act.\\nI2Q", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "Old jack s Introduction to ^lild Rorse*\\nWild Horse was surely a promisin town long\\nbout 83, ventured the old cow puncher, in reply to a\\nremark I had made concerning the town we had just\\npassed through on our way from the round-up camp to\\nthe Cross P ranche, at which place I hoped to meet my\\nfriend and business associate, Mr. M\\nThese here hills were covered with cattle them\\ndays; wages was high and cowboys was onto their busi-\\nness and wasn t mixed up with kids and greenhorns, like\\nnowadays with a bunch of dogie* cattle, and imagine\\nnowadays with a bunch of dogie cattle, and imagine\\nthey ve learned all there is bout punchin cows.\\nAnd the captain of a round-up them days had to\\nbe a sure enuff cow-man in order to hold his job. He\\nhad to have plenty of practical cow-sense, or he couldn t\\nhold his position no longer n you could throw a bull by\\nthe tail.\\nThen pulling his horse down to a walk, old Jack\\nseemed to fall into a pensive frame of mind, from which\\n130", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "I aroused him by saying: But you were commencing\\nto tell me something about Wild Horse hoping to\\nget him started on one of his cow-boy stories, in which\\nline I knew him to be an adept. Awakened from his\\nreverie, he made the following response to my sugges-\\ntion: Well, I on y kind o remarked that this here\\ncamp wasn t always on the bum, an when I first saw it,\\nthings was run high an open, an every man was your\\nfriend out an out, or your deadly enemy, one or t other.\\nNo half way between business went them days, you can\\ngamble on that.\\nWhen a man pulled his gun he had to use it or\\ntake his medicine, unless, of course, he got the dead\\ndrop, in which case things could be sort o complimised,\\nas it were.\\nWild Horse at that time had the most genteel and\\nlegitimate graveyard in the country what I means by\\nlegitimate is, that every gent reposin in her had died\\ngame, with his boots on an his gun smokin\\\\\\nAnd you consequently conceive that we was ju-\\ndishesly proud of our little health resort. Did I help to\\n131", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "build said cemetery? Well, with ondue respect to the\\nother survivors, who was active members and observers\\nof law and peace, I presume to modestly remark, with-\\nout any complication of conshunce that I duly caused\\nfive to be planted therein, all done up in fair and consid-\\nerate gun practice the result of which I carry a few\\nsuvineers, such as these. As he said this my compan-\\nion threw open his shirt bosom and exposed a chest\\nbronzed by years of hardship and blemished here and\\nthere by ugly looking scars, evidently caused by knife\\nand bullet wounds. Then, after grimly enjoying my\\nastonishment, while he rolled a cigarette, he calmly re-\\nsumed his conversation: Yes, pard, them was certainly\\nstirin times, an I well remember the first time I struck\\nWild Hoss. I comes ridin up to a hitchin post in front\\nof the Bloody Heart saloon, which was the most austen-\\ntatious and poplar business house in town, when out\\ncomes a couple of tin-horn gamblers and a cow-puncher\\ncalled Panhandle Ben, a-cussin of each other in lan-\\nguage most disrespectful, and just as they struck the\\nsidewalk, the tin-horns they pulled their guns and com-\\n132", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "IB", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "menced to fog* Ben up a batch. They wasn t any\\nquicker than old Panhandle, howsomever, but, you see,\\nthey had previsly touched* Ben for his gun, while he\\nwas under the influence of tangle-leg sperrits, and had\\ntaken out ail the cattriges, so, naturally, his gun\\nsnapped.\\nWell, there they was a-foggin poor old Ben like\\nhe was a beef, an him a-dodgin an a-snappin of his\\nold shootin iron, an lookin awful desperate like the\\nbullets makin themselves shorely numerous and drillin\\nof him like he was a swingin target. Of course, he knew\\nhe was up against the worst of it, as was self evident\\nfrom the oppression of his countenance.\\nWell, it was shorely too much for any gent to\\nwithstand too many for yours trooly, anyway, so with-\\nout any ondue recitation I pulls my guns an cuts down\\non them there tin-horns, a-throwin fire an brimstone\\nlike a camp meetin preacher. An when the fireworks\\nwas over and the smoke had kind o floated off on the\\nevenin zeffer, I sees the enemy is completely analised\\nan defeated, bein as how they re layin on the sidewalk\\n1.33", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "a-swelterin in their gore, an so dead you could almost\\nsmell em. Old Panhandle, he was punctured two or\\nthree times through the carcass, but eventooly resusti-\\ncated sufficiently to thank me generously for my timely\\nreinforcements before he coughed up his sperrit a cou-\\nple of hours later on.\\nThis, pard, was the way I made my eggsit into\\nWild Hoss town, an it was shorely a cheerful one, con-\\nsiderin as how the boys all gave me a most welcome\\nconception in the Bloody Heart whisky tepee that night,\\nan made me chairman of their committee on town laws\\nto promote peace an prosperity in general.\\n134", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00acbe ftalf-Breed s Cale*\\nYas, pardnair, dat am T ree Butte, dat where\\nGen l Miles she ll fight de hinjun, de Nez Perce,\\nde same what steal my ole omen and take de hair ob\\nmy brudder, five ten fifteen year ago. By gar! de\\nole omen she ll be mighty fine gal den, and was cos me\\nseventeen pony an four sack tobacco; she half-breed\\nblood hinjun, adop by de Assneboine war chief, Medi-\\ncin Bear.\\nDem day, me was hunt de buf lo an sell de hide to\\nwhite men trader, what keep de store at Hood Camps,\\nlong Missour river, and sometime trade wid de hinjun,\\ntoo. Well, one day, when de sign was good, me out\\nlook for de buf lo; been on trail all day; mebby so,\\ntwenty mile from de camp. Sun she ll be pretty hot,\\nan pony she be gettin pretty tired, and me starve like\\nde wolf in winter wid no meat, no tea, no flour for to\\neat. But jus when me t ink me look for de water hole\\nan make some camp for de night, me see way off on\\nde hill one big dus like de cattle what she ll make on\\ni35", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "de roun -up when de cowboy she ll cut out, or rope de\\nca f. Well, by gar! me t ink all de buf lo on de pra r\\ndey ll be in one big bunch when me see dem come ober\\nde hill, wid plenty hinjun ridin all roun dem. Well,\\nme get behind de cut-bank and t ink me watch till dey\\ngo pas bout half mile off.\\nBut one hinjun, she ll get after one ole buf lo bull\\nan run him an shoot him wid de arrow, but his pony\\npretty tired an not can run fas nough to catch ol bull.\\nWell, by gar! here dey came as straight to me as de\\ngoose she ll fly, an when de hinjun get close by, me\\nknow him to be Black Cloud, de Nez Perce wa t kill\\nmy brudder and steal my squaw. What I do den?\\nWell, by gar! me laught a pretty good laugh an watch\\nde hinjun run de buf lo down de cut-bank in de coolee\\nout ob sight ob de oder hinjuns, an him all time shoot\\nde arrow way at ol bull. Den I take de rifle an ride\\nafter her she no see me, she want kill ol buf lo so\\nbad so me run up behin shove de gun in his back an\\ntell him stop his pony. Well, by gar! she know me, an\\nlook pretty scart, like de coyote in de trap. But I take\\n136", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "his hunting bow an long knife an make him get off his\\npony an lay down on de groun Den I cut some string\\nan tie him like de cowboy tie de big steer. She look\\npretty sike, like do poison dog, but I laugh all time an\\ntell him mighty glad to see him, all same brudder; but\\nshe no seem glad see me, cause she know she mus die.\\nWell, me take de hinjun s bow an arrow an go back\\nan kill de ol buf lo bull in de coolee cut off some de\\nmeat, eat some de raw libber to make me strong heart, den\\ncome back, put hinjun an meat on de hinjun pony an\\ngo way back in de hill, where Black Cloud s frien s no\\ncan come, an all time I talk an laugh at Black Cloud\\nan call him squaw fighter, heart like de li le bird, an\\nall de oder bad names dat I t nk, but she no say one\\nwor jus keep his mout shut, like de pony. Well, me\\ntake him way off in de Bad Lan s, maby-so t ree mile\\nmake li le fire, cook an smoke, an laugh at Black\\nCloud, an tell him she s pretty goo man for fun. Den\\nwhen de moon she ll come up ober de hill, I put some\\nbuf lo skin in de hinjun s mout tie him to de groun\\nan den I take de two pony an start for de big hinjun\\ni37", "height": "3186", "width": "2291", "jp2-path": "rhymesfromroundu01cobu_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "camp, w ere I know I fin my ol omen w at Black\\nCloud stole. I soon fin trail w at plenty pony make an\\nw en de moon she ll be jus ober de feder in my hat I\\nfin my squaw, steal some fresh hinjun pony an go back\\nto Black Cloud. Course, de ol omen she ll be pretty\\nglad see me, cause Black Cloud she ll be pretty mean\\nto him an hit him plenty wit de club, so his back all\\ncut like in de sundance. Black Cloud she ll look pretty\\nmad w en we get back an try to break de rope an eat\\nde string, but his mout too full buf lo robe.\\nWell, I tell my squaw to put de long rope on\\nBlack Cloud s feet an tie it to one pretty wild pony.\\nDen I take Black Cloud s hair an say Good-bye,\\nBlack Cloud, wit de li le heart; you go back to your\\npeople.\\nDen we get on de oder ponies an turn de wild\\npony loose wid Black Cloud, an way she go like de\\nwin ober de rock an sage brush, straight for de big\\ncamp. 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