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Show Buckskin Days AVhon Autumn days are drawing near, And leaves commence to fall; Buckskin time will soon be here, Tis' then I heed the call. Out into bills with camp and gun, "Waiting the opening day Daylight breaks, up creeps the sun, Bullets speed on their way. Across the canyons deep and wide, Rebounding echoes roll; Bounding bucks seeking to hide, Deep in some jungle bole. ' Quietly I steal into a pass, I'm sure Buck will come thro; Bite off a chew, squat in the grass, And wait a shot or two. I see one come into a clear, Then down on it I throw; I see no bones above its ears, Tis' but a lonely doe. There I sit the whole long day, The sun is sinking low; It's time I should be on my way, Then back to camp I go. I hug the fire, light a smoke, .' ,: ., . , .; Time all the boys are in; This hunting job is sure a joke, When yams commence to spin. .- . They sit and weave them round the fire, Their powers, honors to gain, Whom shall be crowned the perfect lier; .Tomorrow its the same. . . WTien the night has chased the day away, Spinners are out of thread; One by one they slink away, Creep in a frosty bed. Be all good sports and let it ride, With the cook agree as one man; Praise his slugs with their thick hide, Thats born in a frying pan. Power House Bill |