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From The Sun, December 13, 1914<\/a>. By Arthur Chapman.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rider from the Two-Bar come with news from off the range:
He said he\u2019d seen a dust cloud that looked almighty strange,
So he rode his bronco over, and there, as bold as brass,
He seen a sheepman feedin’ his flock upon our grass.
The rider turned home, pronto, and he got the boys aroused,
And then they started, whoopin’, for where them woolies browsed.
But I met ’em joggin\u2019 homeward, and I heard the hull bunch groan
When I said: \u201cNow, turn back, fellers, I must play this hand alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was mad clear to my gizzard when I started for the camp,
And I thought of how I’d punish this vile, sheep-herdin’ scamp;
I’d escort him to the deadline, where he’d run his sheep across,
And in case I had to kill him, why, it wouldn’t be much loss;
And with such thoughts churnin’ in me when I spied his wagon-top
I rode up to the herder as he watched his wooly crop.
But he simply grinned up at me, and he said: \u201cNow, pardner, say,
Let’s set down and have some dinner ‘fore we start to scrap to-day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had a stew jest ready and he dished a plateful out,
And I set and et that plateful and I heard far angels shout;
I could hear gold harps a-twangin’ and my rough thoughts seemed to melt
As he dished another plateful and I loosened up my belt.
Then I laid aside my six-guns while the herder dished more stew,
And at last my foreman rode up, as I knowed that he would do,
And he set cross-legged with me, and he et, and more hands come,
And afore that sheepman’s cookin’ quite the loudest was struck dumb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was mulligan he\u2019d made there, all alone out on the hills,
This here cook whose magic humbled all my fightin’ Toms and Bills;
You kin talk of hotel dishes, made by chefs from furrin lands,
But I’ll back this sheepman’s cookin’ ‘gainst all European brands.
So I says, when we had finished: \u201cYou kin make yourself to home,
You kin pick the choicest grazin’ and allow your sheep to roam;
We will drive our cattle elsewhere\u2014you kin have whate’er you seek\u2014
If you let us come to dinner, say about three times a week!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Sun, December 13, 1914. By Arthur Chapman. A rider from the Two-Bar come with news from off the range:He said he\u2019d seen a dust cloud that looked almighty strange,So he rode his bronco over, and there, as bold as brass,He seen a sheepman feedin’ his flock upon our grass.The rider turned home, pronto, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,18],"tags":[58],"class_list":["post-8915","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-sun","tag-arthur-chapman"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8915","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8915"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8915\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8915"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8915"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8915"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}