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Wall, what I'm goin' to tell you, pard, Happened thar whar the trail runs into the sky; And if it hadn't a bin fer Yosemite Jim, Wall, I'd be countin' my chips on high. WELL WHAT I'M GOIN TO TELL YOU PARD HAPPEN THAR WHERE THE TRAIL RUNS INTO THE SKY AN IF IT HADN'T A BEEN FOR YOSEMITE JIM WELL I'D BE COUNTING MY CHEPS ON HIGH
at White Death YOSEMITE JIM wuz the name he had, And he came from no one knowed whar; Quiet, easy goin' sort of a cuss, And wuz reckoned on the squar'. Ridin' a route for the Wells Fargo folks May have made him stern and grim; But thar wasn't a man that crossed the divide But 'ud swar by Yosemite Jim. He wa'n't one of the regular sort What you'd meet thar any day, But as near as the camp could figure it out, In a show down he'd likely stay. A shambling, awkward figure, Rawboned, tall and slim, And his schaps and togs in general Jist looked like they'd fell on him. I wuz somewhat of a tenderfoot then, Hadn't jist got the lay of the land; Thar wuz a good many things in them thar parts As I couldn't quite understand. But I took a likin' to Yosemite Jim, Wuz with him on my very first trick; And from that time on I stuck to him Like a kitten to a good warm brick. Our headquarters then wuz the valley camp, It wuz down by the redwood way, With Chaparel across the spur, 'Bout fifty miles away. EM OR A TALE OF THE GREAT WHITE DEATH YOSEMITE JIM WAS THE NAME HE HAD AND HE CAME FROM NO ONE KNOWED WHY QUIET EASY GOIN SORT OF A CUSS AND WAS RECKONED ON THE SQUIRE RIDIN AROUND FOR THE WELL SPARGO FOLKS MAY HAVE MADE HIM STERN AND GRIM BUT THERE WASN'T A MAN THAT CROSSED THE DIVIDE BUT UD SWEAR BY YOSEMITE JIM HE WARN'T ONE OF THE REG'LAR SORT WHAT YOU'D MEET THAR ANY DAY BUT AS NEAR AS THE CAMP COULD FIGURE IT OUT IN A SHOW DOWN HE'D LIKELY STAY A SHAMBLING AWKWARD FIGURE RAW BONED TALL AND SLIM AND HIS SHAPS AND HIS TOGS IN GENERAL JEST LOOKED LIKE THEY'D FELL ON HIM I WAS SOMEWHAT OF A TENDERFOOT THEN HADN'T JUST GOT THE LAY OF THE LAND THERE WAS A GOOD MANY THINGS IN THEM THIR PARTS AS I COULDN'T QUITE UNDERSTAND BUT I TOOK A LIKING TO YOSEMITE JIM WAS WITH HIM ON MY VERY FIRST STRIKE AND FROM THAT TIME ON I STUCK TO HIM LIKE A KITTEN ON A GOOD WARM BRICK OUR HEADQUARTERS THEN WAS THE VALLEY CAMP IT WAS DOWN BY THE REDWOODWAY WITH CHAPPARAL ACROSS THE SPUR BOUT FIFTY MILES AWAY
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