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THE ZEBRA. DUN 173
Shorty grabbed a lariat and roped the Zebra Dun And turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun.
Old Dunny was a rocky outlaw that had grown so
awful wild That he could paw the white out of the moon
every jump for a mile. Old Dunny stood right still—as if he didn't
know — Until he was saddled and ready for to go.
When the stranger hit the saddle, Old Dunny quit
the earth, jijj
And traveled right straight up for all that he was
worth. A-pitching and a-squealing, a-having wall-eyed
fits. His hind feet perpendicular, his front ones in the
We could see the tops of the mountains under
Dunny every jump, But the stranger he was growed there just like
the camel's hump; The stranger sat upon him and curled his black
mustache, Just like a summer boarder waiting for his hash.
He thumped him in the shoulders and spurred
him when he whirled, To show them flunky punchers that he was the wolf
of the world.