Like to wore me plumb to frazzles

With his everlasting quiz'n.

Rode a piebald, knock-kneed broncho;

Coat was battered, ripped, and torn;

He was yaller, long, and g'anted

Like a steer with holler horn.

An' you oughter seen his breeches!

He must sure be shy on sense;

Why, they looked like he'd been riding

On a bucking barb wire fence.

You won't meet him, 'cause I saw him

Coming back across this way,

Going eastward where he come from;

Took the back trail yesterday.

13  

"Said he'd found the old man's outfit

Moving westward on North Fork.

Can't remember all he told me,

For he runs a heap to talk.

Said he'd found out what he wanted;

 Prev. P 37/103 next