Sun and Saddle Leather: By Charles Badger Clark, Jr., Illustrations from Photographs by L.A. Huffman |
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a-ridin a-singin ain't Annie Laurie banjo string bust cattle Charles Badger Clark Christmas trail corazon coyotes cranks experiment creak and strain desert dreams eyes famous bronco steed fenced lane fondest will understand free and big gathered fightin graves grow weeds hawse hawse's hear him ridin Hee-ya It's only lovely kaint L. A. Huffman Labor and battle last free trail latigoes creak Let me ride lightnin LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Little we yearned mebbe mesquite miles Mogollons moon mornin mountain never the fondest night Nothin o'er an oft-turned oft-turned sod outlaw pardner pobre range reach'im reckon restless heart Richer and statelier ride saddle he sings SADDLE LEATHER sagebrush singin skyline slow So-o song sons will love squeak stirrups stumblin SUN AND SADDLE tammalalleday taut ropes sing There's land tonight weeds through forgetful WIDENER LIBRARY wind world will praise world-wandering race worth a cent yearned o'er young land
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Page 4 - When my old soul hunts range and rest Beyond the last divide, Just plant me in some stretch of West That's sunny, lone, and wide. Let cattle rub my tombstone down And coyotes mourn their kin, Let hawses paw and tromp the moun
Page 41 - Oh, glory be to me," sighs he. " He kaint be drug to death, But now I know beyond a doubt Them heroes I have read about Was only fools that stuck it out To end of mortal breath." 'Way high up the Mogollons A prospect man did swear That moon dreams melted down his bones And hoisted up his hair: A ribby cow-hawse thundered by, A lion trailed along, A rider, ga'nt but chin on high, Yelled out a crazy song.
Page 40 - Oh, glory be to me," laughs he. " We've hit the glory trail. No human man as I have read Darst loop a ragin' lion's head, Nor ever hawse could drag one dead Until we told the tale." 'Way high up the Mogollons That top-hawse done his best, Through whippin' brush and rattlin' stones, From canyon-floor to crest.
Page 50 - I'll retire. While progress toots her brassy horn And makes her motor buzz, I thank the Lord I wasn't born No later than I was!
Page 43 - And him so strong, and yet so quick he died, And after year on year When we had always trailed it side by side, He went — and left me here! We loved each other in the way men do And never spoke about it, Al and me, But we both knowed, and knowin' it so true Was more than any woman's kiss could be.
Page 19 - Lord. I've never lived where churches grow. I love creation better as it stood That day You finished it so long ago And looked upon Your work and called it good.
Page 43 - Today, some way, their laughin' hurts me so. I hate the mockin'-birds in the mesquite — And yet I liked 'em just a week ago. I hate the steady sun that glares, and glares! The bird songs make me sore. I seem the only thing on earth that cares 'Cause Al ain't here no more!
Page 39 - Way high up the Mogollons, Among the mountain tops, A lion cleaned a yearlin's bones And licked his thankful chops, When on the picture who should ride, A-trippin' down a slope, But High-Chin Bob, with sinful pride And mav'rick-hungry rope.
Page 50 - I RODE across a valley range I hadn't seen for years. The trail was all so spoilt and strange It nearly fetched the tears. I had to let ten fences down, — (The fussy lanes ran wrong) And each new line would make me frown And hum a mournin
Page 40 - Oh, glory be to me," grunts he. " This glory trail is rough, Yet even till the Judgment Morn I'll keep this dally 'round the horn, For never any hero born Could stoop to holler: Nuff!