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FRECKLES. A FRAGMENT
H E was little an' peaked an' thin, an' narry a no account horse,— Least that's the way you'd describe him in case that
the beast had been lost; But, for single and double cussedness an' for double
fired sin, The horse never came out o' Texas that was halfway knee-high to him I
The first time that ever I saw him was nineteen years
ago last spring; 'Twas the year we had grasshoppers, that come an'
et up everything, That a feller rode up here one evenin' an' wanted
to pen over night A small bunch of horses, he said; an' I told him I
guessed 'twas all right.
Well, the feller was busted, the horses was thin, an' the grass round here kind of good,
An' he said if I'd let him hold here a few days he'd settle with me when he could.