Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1884-12-25
For the HERALD
WHAT HAPPENBD IN DIGGER
DICKS SALOON.
rbe cowboys story.

We sat in Digger Dick k's saloon'
Iot of us together,
,rr,. time II was the afternoon,
,rdcbilly was the weather
r., make this truthful story clear
rU rive you the location
Turns somewhere in Montana, near
THE Piegan Reservation
,,,d mostly drunk the molly crowd
Including the narrator
little fun, must be allowed,
Amt furrin to my mater
There amt no peaceabler chaps
Than cowboys when they're sober,
And we were cowboys-spurs and shapp
An .ldumk-so in our clover.
We all took whiskey-whis(ey straight
With none. or little, water
# remember, | took eight
Twas more than had orghtef-
Soall | tell was rs a dream;
Twas all a dream of liquor;
SoifImake it muddled seem,
might have made it thicker
We plaved with pistols quite awhile,
And banged them heller skelter
II would have made a deacon smile
If he were safe in shelter;
And when we could no longer stand
The whiskey was a choker-
half way think we took hand
All round at cards twas poker.
Now pokers peculiar game;
Perhaps you understand il"
But if YOU don't I'll say the same
Is often underhanded.
Atleast twas so in this here case;
Ihope you'll think the same, sir.
While most of us were off our base
Some fellows in the crowd, sir
Were just as straight as any string
And only make believing.
You couldn't tell a blessed thing,
Their looks were so deceiving.
Ut didn't know white chips from blue,
And slouched our cards from cover,
so lost our wits and money, too,
Before the day was over.
But ere the day did all decline
The sun, think, was sinking
made no note Of passing time,
You know had been drinking.
But just as Digger Dick brought out
The candles-now forgive me,
knew not what was about
And had my shooters with me,
Lust stepped up to one o them
Ere fellows who'd been winning,
And said persuasively to him,
You've had your little inning,
And as with me It's make or break,
If you will be so kind. sir,
My shapps and iassoe will stake
And have Il game of blind sir"
He first demurred but when ne saw
NV "i5' gleamin
lie changed his mind and held his Jaw
Twas him who'd been a seemin'
To be so drunk-but all the same
kinder sort o 'spected
lie wasn't square, twigged his game
Aud then he was elected
10 have time. We played the game
II ran trihe loosely;
But then he beat me all the same.
was so fearful boozy
With Shanpy ~, Il Il. l.
staked my only broncho,
y made 40 odds, if was broke,
10 whom it did belong TO.
put ere we played, Old Digger Dick
called up the boys to whisS ey;
20 was fuller than tick.
Ana all the boys were frisky.
We had fight or two. think,
IN lifne not worth the mention;
70 And once or twice came up to drink,
10 pacify contention.
IN iact, we didn't play at all
Id reached that stage of drinkin'
when from sheer tipsiness we fall
mt a al,"". o. nkin';
Ana so my train OF thinkin' run
Of luck, and how to beat it
Ihe winter it had most begun,
And I'd no grub to meet it.
some verses back l think spoke
VI how | had broncho.
ana 1t made no odds if was broke,
10 Whom, 1i,1 I,
lie was a good enough kyoose
10 anyone that knew him,
i'u' with a pilgrim he turned loose.
A''u-Well Just bucked and threw him.
.,l'i'N MS name was Pilgrim Joe
me man who had been winnin'.
'"Ou' horse he didn't know
me eud from the begInninr
W., "s 10 stickin' my kyoose,
~, ""eh had given warnin'-
M sr' was no sort of use;
''" all his college larnin'.
you know, my little all,
D., - No' not worth the grumble.
u.' since I'd had my little fan
~ ueh ne d right to tumble
o''e out here, Pilgrim loo 9, soidT
t.re', ana look at this here broncbo
Wen We, know by time YOU win,- ,,,,,. 49,,
10 whom the horse belongs to- U'''
Apains, vi r,iS kyoose hair and hide
Ana mSains' what rye been loosip'
oi'e snail run, and one shan -,