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The Buffalo Skinners
" Yes, I will pay good wages, give transportation
too, Provided you will go with me and stay the summer
through; But if you should grow homesick, come back to
Jacksboro, I won't pay transportation from the range of the
buffalo."
It's now our outfit was complete — seven able-bodied men,
With navy six and needle gun — our troubles did begin;
Our way it was a pleasant one, the route we had to go,
Until we crossed Pease River on the range of the buffalo.
It's now we've crossed Pease River, our troubles
have begun. The first damned tail I went to rip, Christ! how I
cut my thumb! While skinning the damned old stinkers our lives
wasn't a show, For the Indians watched to pick us off while skinning
the buffalo.
He fed us on such sorry chuck I wished myself most
dead, It was old jerked beef, croton coffee, and sour bread.
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