Outing . Thats right . . the whole world locoed,all but me. Drawing by J. N. Marchand. HOW LOCO JONES SAW LIGHT BY BEN BLOW DRAWING BY J. N. MARCHAND. IVE rode night-herd, theforeman of the Jack Halloutfit said, until I slepastraddle of my horse;Ive rode night runswhen Id a sold mychance o comin throughfor a wore-out rope an throwed a bridlein; Ive rode the trail an seen the cattlepiled up dead at poison springs, whichaint no joyful vision by no means, butwhen I think of the time the Jack Halloutfit night-herded Loco Jones till he seenlight, I pass; that sure was hell. He blewa ring of fragran
Outing . Thats right . . the whole world locoed,all but me. Drawing by J. N. Marchand. HOW LOCO JONES SAW LIGHT BY BEN BLOW DRAWING BY J. N. MARCHAND. IVE rode night-herd, theforeman of the Jack Halloutfit said, until I slepastraddle of my horse;Ive rode night runswhen Id a sold mychance o comin throughfor a wore-out rope an throwed a bridlein; Ive rode the trail an seen the cattlepiled up dead at poison springs, whichaint no joyful vision by no means, butwhen I think of the time the Jack Halloutfit night-herded Loco Jones till he seenlight, I pass; that sure was hell. He blewa ring of fragrant smoke and peeredthrough it as if his eyes reached out to hisbeloved mountains and their canopy ofturquoise sky. Jones, he said, wuza poor devil thatd gone loco tendin sheepwhich aint no ways uncommonly the endo sich a life. Bein alone does it, underthe stars that wink an wink at you withoutno sound. An days an weeks an monthswithout no human face; the rustle of thesheep when they lays down an smell owool, great God, it must be awful to livethat-a-way. Jones must a came from Arizona orNew Mexico becuz he sure kin spit theSpanish like a native
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