jured
You bet I didn't stop.

I just rolled on the ground
And began to kick and yell;
It like to tickled me to death
To see how hard he fell.

'Twarn't more than a week ago
That I myself got throwed,
(But 'twas from a meaner horse
Than old Bob ever rode).

D'you reckon Bob looked sad and said,
"I hope that you ain't hurt!"
Naw! He just laffed and laffed and laffed
To see me chewin' dirt.

I've been prayin' ever since
For his horse to turn his pack;
And when he done it, I'd a laffed
If it had broke his back.

So I was still a-howlin'
When Bob, he got up lame;
He seen his horse had run clean off
And so for me he came.

He first chucked sand into my eyes,
With a rock he rubbed my head,
Then he twisted both my arms,--
"Now go fetch that horse," he said.

So I went and fetched him back,
But I was feelin' good all day;
For I sure enough do love to see
A feller get throwed that way.
_Ray._

COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO

HAVEN'T got no special likin' fur the toney sorts o' play,
Chasin' foxes or that hossback polo game,
Jumpin' critters over hurdles--sort o' things that any jay
Could accomplish an' regard as rather tame.
None o' them is worth a mention, to my thinkin' p'int o' view,
Which the same I hold correct without a doubt,
As a-toppin' of a broncho that has got it in fur you
An' concludes that's just the time to have it out.

Don't no sooner hit the saddle than the exercises start,
An' they're lackin' in perliminary fuss;
You kin hear his j'ints a-crackin' like he's breakin' 'em apart,
An' the hide jes' seems a-rippin' off the cuss,
An' you sometimes git a joltin' that makes everything turn blue,
An' you want to strictly mind what you're about,
When you're fightin' with a broncho that has got it in fur you
An' imagines that's the time to have it out.

Bows his back when he is risin', sticks his nose between his knees,
An' he shakes hisself while a-hangin' in the air;
Then he hits the earth so solid that it somewhat disagrees
With the usual peace an' quiet of your hair.
You imagine that your innards are a-gittin' all askew,
An' your spine don't feel so cussed firm an' stout,
When you're up agin a broncho that has got it in fur you