Rhymes of a Rolling StoneRhymes of a Rolling Stone
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Book, 1948
Current format, Book, 1948, , In-library use only.Book, 1948
Current format, Book, 1948, , In-library use only. Offered in 0 more formatsThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... An' it jest happened on that night with no predictive plan, He left some milk from Riley's ranch a-settin' in a pan; An' picture his amazement when he poured that milk next day--There in the bottom of the pan a dozen "colours " lay. "Well, what d'ye know 'bout that," sez Dan; "Gosh ding my dasted eyes, We've been an' had the Gold Cure, Bill, an' none of us was wise. The milk's free-millin' that's a cinch; there's colours everywhere. Now, let us figger this thing out--how does the dust git there? 'Gold from the grass-roots down, ' they say--why, Bill we've got it cold--Them cows what nibbles up the grass, jest nibbles up the gold. We're blasted, bloomin' millionaires; dissemble an' lie low: We'll follow them gold-bearin' cows, an' prospect where they go." An' so it came to pass, fer weeks them miners might be found A-sneakin' round on Riley's ranch, an' snipin' at the ground; Till even Riley stops an' stares, an' presently allows: "Them boys appear to take a mighty interest in cows." An' night an' day they shadowed each auriferous bovine, An' panned the grass-roots on their trail, yet nivver gold they seen. An' all that season, secret-like, they worked an' nothin' found; An' there was colours in the milk, but none was in the ground. An' mighty desperate was they, an' down upon their luck, When sudden, inspirationlike, the source of it they struck. An' where d'ye think they traced it to? it grieves my heart to tell--In the black sand at the bottom of that wicked milkman's well. WHILE THE BANNOCK BAKES Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake--how restful is the air You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three, Though where I don't exactly know, and don't precisely...
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- Toronto : The Ryerson Press, 1948, c1912.
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