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Rh I started on the train October twenty-third, I started up the trail with the Two-Bar herd.

And then the rollicking, reckless swing of the chorus. There were not more than three or four actual riders among them, but they were all from the Cow Country, after all.

The chorus, pounded out, left them flushed and proud of themselves as Mary Burrows thanked them.