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Jim Shivers was the baddest man in the camp,
b'jingo, Not a feller dast to give him a bit o' lingo; Up an' shoot? Well, I should say, an' he
never tarried In his reckulous career 'til he went an'
married. Now when Jim do say a word or do a bit o'
tellin', Or gets his old time dander up an* has a fit
o' yellin', His wife jes' says:
"You great big clown!
You jes' shut up an' you jes' set down!"—
An Jim does both.
He's meek as any lamb you'd see, meekest
sort o' critter, Any boy around the camp run him to a
fritter; Never has a word to say, never does no gun-
nin', Any shootin' goin' on all he does is runnin'. Jes' b'cause he's got a wife not afeerd to cross
him, An' 'twould do you good to see that there
woman boss him,