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Show We cut that heifer's throat and skinned her out from horn to tail- Such prime and tender steak you ne'er did see. And Doey helped us, silently-(perhaps a trifle pale,) But none the less, no single word said he. And when they camped at our place upon the followed year, Ol' Doey showed up, and to our relief, He brought along a sack of spuds and half a side of deer... He'd learned it didn't pay to furnish beef! Frances B. Steiner r^^^^oo^ »C^^<-<^^^-e^£^A^V^ w/fl«'« j^Mg-j^^en'iox. )SSv Cowboy Poetry From Utah 61 |