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CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

“I’m the trapper of the mount’n top,

A ring-tail-snorter an’ a dead-sure shot.

I’m wild, I’m woolly an’ full o’ fleas,

I’ve never bin’ curried below the knees,

I live on the fruit o’ the prickly pear,

An’ I play in the brush with the grizzly bear.”

CHAPTER VIII

“My bird with the shining head.

My own dove with the tender eye....

Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,

To the flowers, and be their sun.”

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

“I dreamed thou wert living, my darling, my darling,

I dreamed that I pressed thee once more to my breast.

Thy soft perfumed tresses and gentle caresses

Thrilled me and stilled me and lulled me to rest.”

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

“Birdie jump out and Jackie jump in;

Jackie jump out and give Birdie a swing.

All the men left; back to pardner;

And grand right and left.

Chickadee right and pack-rat left.

Meet your pardners and all chaw hay.

Gents sashay and put on style,

Re-sashay with a little more style,

Little more style, gents, little more style.”

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX