The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1920-12-31
POETRY By DAUGHTER OF
THE WEST IN EARLY lays
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In the winters 1t has known.

Continued from rage One.1
In the winters 1t has known.
The old mess table SCARED will. brands.
Likewise, it's only door:
Police Gazette pictures on the wall.
we're numbered by the score.
The windows patched up with tarp.
1t was lucky to have 1t sc:
On a. soap box in corner warm
Was Il jar of sour dough.
Clothing was hung around the walls
On heavy wooden pegs:
The stove was set on cedar blocks,
They couldn't find the legs.
The wood box too. was whitfield thin
In those days Of herds and drives
Where guys with nothing else to do
Tested their pocket knives.
The old. worn cards on the dry goods
Answered Solitudc's demands;
With poker and monte too,
Where dudS and cash changed handa
The kerosene lamp on the little shelf
was cared for once u week,
The oil was kept In q demi- john.
OF the chimney we Will not speak.
oh. little shack on the long divide.
SO silent and alone:
Where many riders life was saved
In the hlizzards it has known.
THE TRAIL.
Now the big ccrrals are empty.
All the road branding is done;
With the cattle grazing quiet.
The first relief begun.
The boys have made the last home
visit.
Made the last trip for the mail,
And tomorrow. before sun-up,
They'll be throwing on the trail
But just now they're Specializing.
Who will drive, and how, and where.
How reliefs will be divided
In the storms. and weather fair.
One with new toys, now, is wondering
How his dyer boots will fit.
While another lad is busy,
Guessing when the cook will quit.
The man Of questions. wants to- know
All about the new trail boss,
And IA chap whose feet are chilly,
How the rivers are to cross.
One old puncher. sitting smoking,
Though ne doesn't say word.
Hopes tc. find when day is over.
A sloping hill to bed the herd.
While the bunch are all discussing,
| The kind Of dope the boss will bring
Who the flank. and who the swing
| An old-timer caps the Gilman.
| When the conversation lags:
| 'Taint about them pints I'm worryir
| nut WIN Will btlIlS uH III uIdSS.
| THE hot STOVE RIDER
lie rode EN- straight up. we'll guess
yes!
He always dill: that lad
! Was ten to onc the best hrnnclt
twister
The company ever had
/ When il came to exhibition stunts.
He filed the DILL to the letter;
| What ever he rest had to the good
. He went tlcn al hcftCr
With tricks ne had it cn the world.
III give il straight to YOU. gents:
II, made the Chief of the Niobrara
Look like thirty cents.
II" could roll IA pin on Il huckin:
cayuse,
And light il IN the air:
! l'uf If, and blow the smoke away
/ tell YOU boys. lie was there.
The chaperjos hanging there
4 He wen down in Cheyenne.
! Tina, saddle is souvenir
oi days at the Alasan;
Those nifty silver mounted spurs.
II" copied in Old Fort Worth:
1t was some stunt for that Gallo
Was w'pinS up the earth
II" didn't stop at riding, boys.
Just pipe his iariet:
| The way he did The FL Paso Twill,
Has never been equalled Yet.
He could head or heel the widest stee
Circle riders ever found:
| Fore foot Il mustang on either side,
From the saddle or the ground.
| The prizes III cash. that he took dow
At contests far and near.
! Would grease the wheels for Ccal 20
John.
Through many ana many Il year:
The side bets alone. that he scoopc,
Would call for income tax:
When he sat in game OF draw,
bought not hing EnS hAn.. < osI:
| II locked all the rest of us
| Would do to herd the sheep,
Hut when the spring roundup begal
We didn't feel so cheap.
For we all got hep to the hole card
OF this prairie king. treasure troy.
That he rode them. and he rop.d then
With his feet on the bunk huus
steve.