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Few months ago, I 'member well, me'n Bill / Was settin' by the cattle wat'rin'-trough / A-lis'nin' tew the steers thet skwudged around / The muddy yard an' chawed the'r cuds an' sighed. / A bunch o' smallish hogs hed quit the'r rootin' / An' packed the'rsel's up close agin the fence, / An' yew'd 'a' laft ter hear 'em goin' ter sleep. / Ef one the runts was squeezed a mite tew much / By 'nother layin' on 'im kind o' hard, / He'd snort an' squeal ter beat a callioap, / Then shove the bunch aside an' wiggle out, / An' give 'em fits, an' then go 'long an' plunk / His carcuss on some other one; an' then / We'd git the hull dum show all over 'gin.
Wal, me an' Bill was watchin' on 'em quar'l / An' slowly qui'tin' down. 'T was one them nights- / Yew've saw 'em, co'se, ef yew was country raised- / A leetle tinge o' red left in the west, / When yew kin still set out without a coat, / An' yit yer sort o' glad when yew come in / An' find the lamp's het up the room. Yew felt / Thet Fallish dreaminess thet ain't like May's, / When Nacher's takin' off 'er overalls, / But ain't quite done with cleanin' up the ruck. / We got a-talkin' speckerlatish like, / 'N' I sez, a-lookin' up t' them milyun stars, / "I bet ye, Bill, they's farms on Jupiter," / An' Bill 'e sez, "I've offen thought o' that."