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Araphoe, or Buckskin Joe |
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He rose from the table, on the floor his last chip flung,
And cast his fiery glimmers on the man with just one lung.
" No wonder I've been losing every bet I made tonight
When a sucker and a tenderfoot was between me and the light.
Look here, little stranger, do you know who I am? " " Yes, and I don't care a copper colored damn." The dealers stopped their dealing and the players
held their breath; For words like those to Hankey were a sudden flirt
with death.
" Listen, gentle stranger, I'll read my pedigree: I'm known on handling tenderfeet and worser men
than thee; The lions on the mountains, I've drove them to their
lairs; The wild-cats are my playmates, and I've wrestled
grizzly bears;
" Why, the centipedes can't mar my tough old hide, And rattle snakes have bit me and crawled off and
died. I'm as wild as the horse that roams the range; The moss grows on my teeth and wild blood flows
through my veins. |
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