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WHERE THE GRIZZLY DWELLS1
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ADMIRE the artificial art of the East;
But I love more the inimitable art of the West, Where nature's handiwork lies in virginal beauty. Amidst the hum of city life I saunter back to dreams of home. Astride the back of my trusty steed I wander away, losing myself In the foothills of the Rockies. Away from human habitations,
Up the rugged slopes, Through the timbered stretches, I hear the frightful cry of wolves And see a bear sneaking up behind. Many nights ago,
While herding a bunch of cattle
During the round-up season,
I lay upon the grass
Looking at the mated stars;
I wondered if a cowboy
Could go to the Unknown Place,
aFox is a halfbreed Indian who sent me a lot of verse. Al-
though he had never heard of Walt Whitman, these stanzas sug- gest that poet The spelling and punctuation are mine. 174 |
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