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One day when the mercury wuz way out of sight, And the frost it wuz on every nail, With jist the mail sack and specie box, The greaser and I hit the trail. ONE DAY WHEN THE MERCURY WAS WAY OUT O SIGHT AND THE FROST WAS ON EVERY NAIL WITH JEST THE MAIL SACK IN THE SPECIE BOX THE GREASER AND I HIT THE TRAIL
l 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. 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. The galoot that wuz punchin' the broncos fer me Wuz a greaser from down Monterey; And Jim used to say, "Keep your eye on him, pard, I don't think he's cum fer to stay; His eyes are too shifty and yeller, And his face is sullen and hard; And 'taint that so much as a feelin' I have; Anyhow, keep your eye on him, pard. 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 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 THE GALOOT THAT WAS PUNCHIN THE BRONCOS FOR ME WAS A GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY AND JIM USED TO SAY KEEP YOUR EYE ON IMPARD I DON'T THINK HE'S COME FER TO STAY HIS EYES ARE TOO SHIFTY AN YELLER AN HIS FACE IS SULLEN AN HARD AN TAIN'T THAT SO MUCH AS A FEELIN I HAVE ANYHOW KEEP YOUR EYE ON IMPARD
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