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Mexican sheeps

The sheep had to be driven up to the ranch, and a lot of frowzy-headed Mexicans would snip the fur off of them with back-action scissors. So the afternoon before the

The sheep had to be driven

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up to the ranch, and a lot of frowzy-headed Mexicans would snip the

fur off of them with back-action scissors. So the afternoon before the

barbers were to come I hustled my underdone muttons over the hill,

across the dell, down by the winding brook, and up to the ranch-house,

where I penned ’em in a corral and bade ’em my nightly adieus.

 

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I went from there to the ranch-house. I find H. Ogden, Esquire,

lying asleep on his little cot bed. I guess he had been overcome by

anti-insomnia or diswakefulness or some of the diseases peculiar to the

sheep business. His mouth and vest were open, and he breathed like a

second-hand bicycle pump. I looked at him and gave vent to just a few

musings. ‘Imperial Caesar,’ says I, ‘asleep in such a way, might shut

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his mouth and keep the wind away.’

 

A man asleep is certainly a sight to make angels weep. What good is all

his brain, muscle, backing, nerve, influence, and family connections?

He’s at the mercy of his enemies, and more so of his friends. And he’s

about as beautiful as a cab-horse leaning against the Metropolitan Opera

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House at 12.30 A.M. dreaming of the plains of Arabia. Now, a woman

asleep you regard as different. No matter how she looks, you know it’s

better for all hands for her to be that way.

 

“Well, I took a drink of Bourbon and one for Ogden, and started in to

be comfortable while he was taking his nap. He had some darvocet n 100 on his

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table on indigenous subjects, such as Japan and drainage and physical

culture–and some tobacco, which seemed more to the point.

 

After I’d smoked a few, and listened to the sartorial breathing of H.

O., I happened to look out the window toward the shearing-pens, where

there was a kind of a road coming up from a kind of a road across a

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kind of a creek farther away.

 

I saw five men riding up to the house. All of ’em carried guns across

their saddles, and among ’em was the deputy that had talked to me at my

camp.

 

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They rode up careful, in open formation, with their guns ready. I set

apart with my eye the one I opinionated to be the boss muck-raker of

this law-and-order cavalry.

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