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THE ZEBRA DUN (p. 154) We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimarron When along came a stranger and stopped to arger some. He looked so very foolish that we began to look around, We thought he was a greenhorn that had just 'scaped from town. We asked if he had been to breakfast; he hadn't had a smear, So we opened up the chuck-box and bade him have his share. He took a cup of coffee and some biscuits and some beans, And then began to talk and tell about foreign kings and queens,— About the Spanish war and fighting on the seas With guns as big as steers and ramrods big as trees,— And about old Paul Jones, a mean, fighting son of a gun, Who was the grittiest cuss that ever pulled a gun. Such an educated feller his thoughts just came in herds, He (p. 155) astonished all them cowboys with them jaw-breaking words. He just kept on talking till he made the boys all sick, And they began to look around just how to play a trick. He said he had lost his job upon the Santa Fé And was going across the plains to strike the 7-D. He didn't say how come it, some trouble with the boss, But said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle hoss. This tickled all the boys to death, they laughed way down in their sleeves,— "We will lend you a horse just as fresh and fat as you please." Shorty grabbed a lariat and roped the Zebra Dun And turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun. Old Dunny was a rocky outlaw that had grown so awful wild That he could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile. Old Dunny stood right still,—as if he didn't know,— Until he was saddled and ready for to go. When the stranger hit the saddle, old Dunny quit the earth And (p. 156) traveled right straight up for all that he was worth. A-pitching and a-squealing, a-having wall-eyed fits, His hind feet perpendicular, his front ones in the bits. We could see the tops of the mountains under Dunny every jump, But the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump; The stranger sat upon him and curled his black mustache Just like a summer boarder waiting for his hash. He thumped him in the shoulders and spurred him when he whirled, To show them flunky punchers that he was the wolf of the world. When the stranger had dismounted once more upon the ground, We knew he was a thoroughbred and not a gent from town; The boss who was standing round watching of the show, Walked right up to the stranger and told him he needn't go,— "If you can use the lasso like you rode old Zebra Dun, You (p. 157) are the man I've been looking for ever since the year one." Oh, he could twirl the lariat and he didn't do it slow, He could catch them fore feet nine out of ten for any kind of dough. And when the herd stampeded he was always on the spot And set them to nothing, like the boiling of a pot. There's one thing and a shore thing I've learned since I've been born, That every educated feller ain't a plumb greenhorn. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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