Identifier: talesfromxbarhor00barn (find matches)
Title: Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Barnes, Will C. (Will Croft), 1858-1936 Breeders' Gazette. pbl
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Publisher: Chicago, Illinois : Published by the Breeders' Gazette
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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eyre sendin out, from the effeteand luxurious East, a lot of half-baked kids, what neverseen a mountain in all their lives, dont know whether beansis picked from trees or made in a factory at Battle Creek,an generally aint got savvy enough to find their wayhome after dark. Now heres this kid weve drawed in the last deal;nice enough boy, I reckon, but whos goin to play nurseyto him up in these here hills? The speaker glared at hiscompanion as if defying him to meet his charges againstthe newcomer and his kind. But hes got eddication, Jack, replied his listener,thats what counts in these days. We got into theservice in them good old days when it was a case of abilityto ride a pitchin bronc, rope a maverick, chase sheepherders off the earth, shoot the eyes out of a wildcat atforty yards an all them things. Nowadays they picks emout by their brand of learnin an not by their high-heeledboots. Howsomever, he continued, theres some of them*By permission American Forestry Magazine. 114 «i an
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We had a fire lookout station on top of a high peak The Tenderfoot from Yale 115 that makes good in spite of their eddicational handicap.Over on the Sierra last fall we was all a-settin in camp oneSunday afternoon when the phone rings like they was try-ing to wake the dead with it. The old man gits up toanswer it. When he says, sort of startled-like, Fire,where? we all pricks up our ears. Twas a mighty drytime an every one was a-prayin for rain, for wed beenfightin fire for the last month and was all in. We had a fire lookout station up on top of a high peakan a man, with* the best glasses money could buy, a-sittinthere who could see all over the range for fifty miles. Say, people got so they was afraid to make a camp-fire anywheres in them hills, an the rangers swore they hadto go behind a tree to light their pipes, lest hed see thesmoke an send in a fire call. Shut-eye, said the old man, meaning the lookout,Shut-eye says theres a big smoke a-comin out of thecanon below Gold Gulch to

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