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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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the door. I was hungry. Well, hed took one feller outen Borderland becausenobodyd been found that could act it. But âwould I liketo try?âthat is, if I could throw a rope. Boss, I answers, I aint a man that brags. Take thisas a plain statement of facts: I can do about everythingwith a rope that punchers generally do. Grand! And now about salary. Would twenty-five do? I shook my head. Twenty-five! Why, Keeler andHicks had paid me forty. Well, red-face goes on, how about thirty-five aweek? A week? Thirty-five a week! Say! you could aknocked me down with Miss Beryls hat feather! Oh, I says, careless, I reckon I can scrape along onthat! But, hold on, he says; we cant use you unless youcan get the right kind of a horse. This is where I forgot I was hungry. Oh, I can get thehorse! I come back. Theres a first-class one right herein town. All right. Get it. Shore. Put it there, boss. And we shook handson the bargain. Though, the next minute, blamed if Iknowed how I was going to get Bronc.
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door about fifteen blocks away. As There She Was, in a Little Crumoled-Uo Heap, Looking Awful Pretty And now, he says, just watch this rehearsal and Illshow you the place where youll gallop in and snoot up thetown, and lasso the villain, and rescue the heroine outenthe river âI mean the tank. Tomorrow morning youmust bring your horse, because tomorrow nights the firstperformance. That rehearsal was a circus. It was all about Montanaas it used to wasnt. And Miss Beryl was the bra-a-avedaughter of a crippled scout âa oldish man dressed upin muskrat skins. She had a best feller, a nice tall gentthat give me a cigar - I made a light dinner on thatcigar! And there was a bad man, a dudey gezaba, thatgiggled at me when I done my part on foot. Gosh! Isays to myself; itll tickle me to rope you. Then therewas Injuns thatd never been west of Buffalo and cow-boys thatd never saw a cow. Went through Borderland about forty-leven times andI got the ground-plan of that theayter down fine: Act Iâ

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