Show MAN by lowell 0 reese saturday evening peat past no hit my camp on oil a lay day a oman from god knows whore where with a busted place hi fil its ills ov overalls and burs in tits his tangled heir hair lie ile ii 11 flop and ami ile he al a dudo dude but lie ho surely was kind to mo me for lie ho said my method of cooking beaus etalon lioan bean were tho finest lie he ever hee now dont forget that tho the hills are high and tile tho lone lays days wide between till a man forgets that lies hes got a tongue and his voul grows loan for god ho he put in fit tho the first mails inana heart tho the longin longan bof bior human praise and down through the ho millions of changing years that hanker ln etayl and stays I 1 bedded him down the best beat I 1 could and showed him the whiskey jug I 1 steel sleep good on tile the ground that night but tho stranger was warm and snug 1 sleep good but I 1 mind for I 1 listened to what lie ho said when ho he booro that ray my blan blankets ro 0 o minded him of his grandmothers feather bed oil oh lie he was the grateful est man I 1 think that over ever come up the iho pass ile he praised my claim and praised my grub and lie he bragged on my old jackass jac kasa ile ho praised the coffee 1 I thought brought him before ho he was out of bod bed till my workout list hat got far too small for tho the size of my swelling lead head lie ho stayed antl and stayed till th the spring sun still capoand camo and the hill side all turned brown and the drab flood riffled raffled the old with snow thaw dornin down then ho he went away I 1 was help for tho the bacon was low you see A and id iho the tein water it dont last long but hoa hed been kind to me hed been so kind that I 1 bear to mention you understand that I 1 needed help feo 0 he shed blied some I 1 t tears cars and gratefully shook my hand then he borro barro wedi my shovel and fryan pan tobacco and grub and then went aingie along up the trinity fork and lie he never caad boroo back again ile ho never came back but lie he struck a lead at the forks of the little war bear i adix A six foot lead of tile the peacock blue and now hes a millionaire amet met him once plumb face to taco face on the red bluff road last fall lie he looked my way as aa his hia car wont went by but lie he never saw me at all ho never saw me and me te fe elina elins ached ns as I 1 stood in the dusty trail A cheery grin it was waa all I 1 asked and ana maylue maybe a friendly ahall for the ellla 1119 aru are a ru high and the days are conf long aud lone times wide between wanted iwanter a grin and all I 1 got was the stink of his gasoline well I 1 suppose theres a lot of things when a fellers a millionaire that fill his mind till his hia poor old friends are crowded clean out or of there yet once he was terribly rind kind to me iles hes rich and I 1 sure am glad but I 1 wish that hed bring my old shovel back tor for im it mighty bad |