Said he 'had a plan or two,

And the folks that knowed Jim Johnson,

Knowed that he would put 'em through.'

Then there's others took the west trail;

They got that way huntin' range--

Funny how folks when they come here

Get to itchin' for a change!

I've been stayin' too confinin';

Never left this herd but once.

I'm the oldest puncher round here,--

Been here over fourteen months."

14  

Long before the sun had risen,

While the night mist's ghostly veil

Hid from view the sloughs and hollows,

Billy took the northern trail.

Through the sunflowers in the low land,

Plodding over sandstone knolls,

Winding through the level stretches

Dotted thick with treacherous holes

 Prev. P 38/103 next