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Broncho Versus Bicycle |
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That if tenderfoot's legs didn't lose their grip
He'd own that hoss at the end of the trip. »รพ»
Closer an' closer come tenderfoot, An' harder the whip to the hoss I put; But the Eastern cuss, with a smile on his face Ran up to my side with his easy pace — Rode up to my side, an' dern his hide, Remarked 'twere a pleasant day fer a ride; Then axed, onconcernedj if I had a match, An' on his britches give it a scratch, Lit a cigarette, said he wished me good-day, An' as fresh as a daisy scooted away. Ahead he went, that infernal gong
A-ringin' " good-day " as he flew along,
An' the smoke from his cigarette came back
Like a vaporous snicker along his track.
On an' on he sped, gettin' further ahead,
His feet keepin' up that onceaseable tread,
Till he faded away in the distance, an' when
I seed the condemned Eastern rooster again
He war thar with the boys at the end of the race,
That same keerless, onconsarned smile on his face.
Now, pard, when a cowboy gits licked he don't swar Nor kick, if the beatin' are done on the squar; So I tuck that Easterner right by the hand An' told him that broncho awaited his brand. Then I axed him his name, an' where from he came, 17 |
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