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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (March 25, 1898)
UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MARCH 25, ISUS.
A STOKY IN KHYMK.
Soldier Jhn is long aud lauk with tawny, stubby hair,
With bristles 'round his lips; his jaw is lean and brown and square.
His arm is like an old raw-hide, as yellow, tough, and strong: '
He has a bullet in his side and legs most four feet long;
And how he made the cavalry is more than I can tell,
Unless they thought him good to whip a hundred fiends from hell.
Soldier Jim got shot one night, the Siouxs were mighty gay;
.Jim said he'd try to warn the Chug and there was just one way;
With "good bye boys" to the troop he loved, ho spurred oft lying low:
A flash, a groan; but Jim rode on to let us Bar Es know
We'd better douse our lantern lights and bar the bunk-house door;
And while we manned the loop-holes, Jim lay and bled on the floor.
Soldier Jim had a mother onct, "BaoJc euxt in Arkansaw,"
And sometimes when ho speaks of her and calls her "My olo maw,"
A big tear flows down the side of his nose before ho turns his back
And ho says he's "fur frum thu narrah path an' frum tha beaten track."
Ho don't drink or smoke or chow and he don't even swear
Aixcept sometimes when a calf won't drive and then ho burns the air.
Ho can ride or rope or shoot or light, aH well as the law allows;
He's bossed our round-up for eight years; Ho took to punching cows
And left the fort, for on the range he could make more money
To keep his brother's boy in school; he calls him "little sonnoy."
Jim's brother bankrupted and died; he couldn't earn his salt;
Jim said it was the "will uv Gawd," that twan't his brother's fault.
To-day, Jim ain't got a cent; ho ain't no hand to hoard;
Ho sends his pay to Arkansaw for college dues and board.
I went back there six months ago; the boy spends all ho gets; "
I saw him with a gang of dudes toss dice for cigarettes;
But noyer mentioned it to Jim, perhaps some follors would;
It would have made him worry more and twouldn't do no good.
We punchers ain't out on the preach; but wo know men, you bet;
When a man'll do what Jim has done, ho ain't got cause to fret:
When the good God raajces his final play? Old Jim will see his mother
And Christ will say bb ho takes Jim's hand, Come 1hou. up higher. Brother.
Joseph Andkkwb Sauuknt.
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