The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-10-06

AS she warbled at night to the lo%ng-horns,
Or when pointing her fathers ira. herds.
She was happy and as good and as loving,
AS an angel could possibly be,
With always Il smile and Il greeting.
For tough old cow-puncners like me.
But what l was startin' to n%arrate,
Before you cut into the game.
Was Il love affair she tangled up in,
And the tragical end OF the same.
You see she was horned in this country.
Her mother, a woman OF gold,
Kissed her baby and lined out for Heaven,
When Beauty was seven days old.
The boys. YOU see, nicknamed her
Beauty
And each one. he fought for his turn
At feedin' her out of the bottle,
But dress her-we never could learn.
so Pete he sent off for a nurse girl
And Il teacher Not stunning for looks),
To give her the care of Il woman,
And learn her the knowledge of books.
Thus Beauty grew up at the Home ranch.
And learned how to shore ride and shoot.
Also play and sing on rhe pianer,
And to tie down a wild steer to boot.
And c~harmiug-why. partner, the sun
They scrappcd for the sweets of her face,
And the alkali dust and the z%ephyrs,
MY Jo,htSSt " S'L SNNoAA P'oNS'
so was it a wonder young Dawson,
The son of IL ueighbor of Pete,
Lost his heart to this rose of the prairie,
And his love for her couldn't be beat?
"Buck"--that was the handle he went by.
Had rre-empted some %learnin' at school,
Was II handsome and big. manly Teller,
And in Il gun-fi@ht was sure cool.
Ana there wasn't no man round the coun-
try.
Could ride with him down the Red Lane,
He could rope, fork, and ride With clean
saddle
Any outlaw tina ever wore name.
They'd been Youngsters brought up to.
And Dawson was surely dead game,
His father. Il wealthy old-timer.
All bur,lcned with early-day fame.
Yes, Beauty loved 'Euck,' that was Ger
tain.
But Il gals ways are never forseen,
And you can't tell what's liable to happier
Between the hetwiNt and between.
SO when a young fellow from college
Comes a romancin' like out this way.
Well. things looked a little promiscous,
And there was the devil to pay.
AS the flowers are welcome in May
His college pin pleased her l reckon.
And he had a girl-catching way.
But wait till I roll me a smoke, pard.
TO filter my bad feclin's down,
Makes me wanter shore s%qnander som
powder
When l ponder on that sneakin' houn'.
Well. we was all out on the roundup,
When this college masher. you see.
Ran off with old Yellowstone's daughter
The pride of the I u. r.
Now, old Pete he shore w%orshipped hi
daughter.
! Loved her better than money or life.
For she was the pride of his old age
The gift of his beautiful Wife.
So he and young Dawson together.
With hearts like the lead in their gun
Hit the trail of this college-bred villain,
And secured him before many suns
The gal they found up in Butte City
He'd deserted her up there. you know:
Bur Dawson caught him near the border.
Where numerous cOttonwoods grow.
And there in the depths OF the forest.
With the beasts and the birds lookin' OF
They fought to the death with their bowie
Till the Eastern-bred Teller was gone.
And Beauty-she married "Buck" after.
But never seemed happy or gay.
Like the Beauty we'd worshipped fro
childhood.
She inst dropped. shrunk. and withere
away.
I Yes. she paled like the flowers in summe
! And died with the leaves in the fall:
And we buried her close to her mother.