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THREE-BLOCK TOM 153
Uncle Dick, the ol' hoss 'rangier, sot an' smoked
his pipe till all O' the fellers with the question then at stake had
tuk a fall, An' when asked f er his opinion 0' the matter said
that he Had his idee 0' the objeck o' the yearly jubilee: 'T was a day when all the fellers so inclined could
show their thanks Fer whatever they'd a mind to by a-fillin' up then-tanks Till their legs got weak an' weary from a-carryin'
the load — He had spent the day in Denver an' he reckoned
that he knowed.
THREE-BLOCK TOM By N. Howard Thorp
We was trailin' some stolen cattle In the winter of '98, From the Sierra Capitanes Past Dry Red Lake.
On north to the Gran Quivira, Past the Malapals, Hugging their trail like leeches Rode Three-Block Tom and I.
They passed Punta de Agua, Left Manzanas on the west, Estancia to the eastward — They hardly stopped to rest.