"Quad's odds"; . times dust. 361 gaze at the dignified master of a coach and four, whosewhip-lash could pick a fly off the ear of either leader, andwhose word on law, politics or finance was never ques-tioned, even by the talented town constable—this boy hasa right to feel a bit sad, as a man, to see the dust of Timesettling thickly upon the memories of MR. LEON ST. JOHNS J3~E day when a dozen of us were gathered at theColonels ranch, on what was then called The Trailof Despair, Nevada, the stage halted to drop a lived in tents and shanties, wore a shirt for six weeksa
"Quad's odds"; . times dust. 361 gaze at the dignified master of a coach and four, whosewhip-lash could pick a fly off the ear of either leader, andwhose word on law, politics or finance was never ques-tioned, even by the talented town constable—this boy hasa right to feel a bit sad, as a man, to see the dust of Timesettling thickly upon the memories of MR. LEON ST. JOHNS J3~E day when a dozen of us were gathered at theColonels ranch, on what was then called The Trailof Despair, Nevada, the stage halted to drop a lived in tents and shanties, wore a shirt for six weeksat a time, lived on bean soup and salt horse, and asQuincy Jack remarked: We couldnt chaw grammar forshucks.
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