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45240	Hanson, Joseph Mills	Frontier Ballads			.txt	text/plain	16149	1373	98	That morning, and prayed; that men, even, turned white The Sioux, they flee like a wild wolf-pack Like that same old, game old horse that thinks and feels. The rest came on like devils, right up against our guns. Came the boys of "B" Troop, ridin' like a sizzin' comet's tail, Come creeping, snail-like, on the sight, Oh, the time was lovely (fer the man behind the wheel!) "But she says 'at Santa Claus can't come this Christmas Day. I don't see why; since Papa's in that still place on the hill Made her kiss us all good-night; "Doc" took his right slow. As if it longed, like a living thing, Waiting death like a man of stone, There is never a gun for fight or fun like the steel-blue Winchester! Fer a half-mile pull through that mill-race tide Like a soldier fights, till the ice rolled in	./cache/45240.txt	./txt/45240.txt