Old Spookses' Pass



I.
    WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
      Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
    Right smart at throwin' a lariat
      Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
    An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
      With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
    Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
      Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.
   II.
    Fur argyfyin' in any way,
     Thet hed to be argy'd with sinew an' bone,
   I never see'd fellers could argy like them;
     But just right har I will hev to own
   Thet whar brains come in in the game of life,
     They held the poorest keerds in the lot;
   An' when hands was shown, some other chap
     Rak'd in the hull of the blamed old pot!
   III.
   We was short of hands, the herd was large,
     An' watch an' watch we divided the night;
   We could hear the coyotes howl an' whine,
     But the darned critters kept out of sight
   Of the camp-fire blazin'; an' now an' then
     Thar cum a rustle an' sort of rush--
   A rattle a-sneakin' away from the blaze,
     Thro' the rattlin', cracklin' grey sage bush.
   IV.
   We'd chanc'd that night on a pootyish lot,
     With a tol'ble show of tall, sweet grass--
   We was takin' Speredo's drove across
     The Rockies, by way of  "Old Spookses' Pass"--
   An' a mite of a creek went crinklin' down,
     Like a "pocket" bust in the rocks overhead,
   Consid'able shrunk, by the summer drought,
     To a silver streak in its gravelly bed.
   V.
   'Twas a fairish spot fur to camp a' night;
     An' chipper I felt, tho' sort of skeer'd
   That them two cowboys with only me,
     Couldn't boss three thousand head of a herd.
   I took the fust of the watch myself;
     An' as the red sun down the mountains sprang,
   I roll'd a fresh quid, an' got on the back
     Of my peart leetle chunk of a tough mustang.
   VI.
   An' Possum Billy was sleepin' sound
     Es only a cowboy knows how to sleep;
   An' Tommy's snores would hev made a old
     Buffalo bull feel kind o' cheap.
   Wal, pard, I reckin' thar's no sech time
     For dwind'lin' a chap in his own conceit,
   Es when them mountains an' awful stars,
     Jest hark to the tramp of his mustang's feet.
   VII.
   It 'pears to me that them solemn hills
     Beckin' them stars so big an' calm,
   An' whisper, "Make tracks this way, my friends,
     We've ringed in here a specimen man;
   He's here alone, so we'll take a look
     Thro' his ganzy an' vest, an' his blood an' bone,
   An post ourselves as to whether his heart
     Is flesh, or a rotten, made-up stone."
   VIII.
   An' it's often seemed, on a midnight watch,
     When the mountains blacken'd the dry, brown sod,
   That a chap, if he shut his eyes, might grip
     The great kind hand of his Father-God.
   I rode round the herd at a sort of walk--
     The shadders come stealin' thick an' black;
   I'd jest got to leave tew thet thar chunk
     Of a mustang tew keep in the proper track.
   IX.
   Ever see'd a herd ring'd in at night?
     Wal, it's sort of cur'us,-- the watchin' sky,
   The howl of coyotes a great black mass,
     With thar an' thar the gleam of a eye
   An' the white of a horn an', now an' then,
     An' old bull liftin' his shaggy head,
   With a beller like a broke-up thunder growl--
     An' the summer lightnin', quick an' red,
   X.
   Twistin' an' turnin' amid the stars,
     Silent as snakes at play in the grass,
   An' plungin' thar fangs in the bare old skulls
     Of the mountains, frownin' above the Pass.
   An' all so still, that the leetle crick,
     Twinklin' an' crinklin' frum stone to stone,
   Grows louder an' louder, an' fills the air
     With a cur'us sort of a singin' tone.
   It ain't no matter wharever ye be,
    (I'll 'low it's a cur'us sort of case)
   Whar thar's runnin' water, it's sure to speak
     Of folks tew home an' the old home place;
   XI.
   An' yer bound tew listen an' hear it talk,
     Es yer mustang crunches the dry, bald sod;
   Fur I reckin' the hills, an' stars, an' creek
     Are all of 'em preachers sent by God.
   An' them mountains talk tew a chap this way:
     "Climb, if ye can, ye degenerate cuss!"
   An' the stars smile down on a man, an say,
     "Come higher, poor critter, come up tew us!"
   XII.
   An' I reckin', pard, thar is One above
     The highest old star that a chap can see,
   An' He says, in a solid, etarnal way,
   
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Isabella Valancy Crawford

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