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Songs of the Outlands Ballads of the Hoboes and Other Verse - Henry Herbert Knibbs · Edgar Rice Burroughs Classics Podcast

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  Speaker 1: Section one of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
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  Speaker 1: Hoboes and other Verses by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Read by Peter Yearsley.
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  Speaker 1: The Walking Man sunny summer day. It was when loping
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  Speaker 1: into Laramie, I overtook the walking Man, reined up and
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  Speaker 1: nodded how he'd been a rider Once I knew. He smiled,
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  Speaker 1: but scarce aware of me, he said, if you would
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  Speaker 1: like me to, I'll tell you my story.
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  Speaker 2: Now.
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  Speaker 1: I'll tell you that I'm crazy, that my wits have
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  Speaker 1: gone to glory. But you mustn't be believing every Western yarn,
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  Speaker 1: ye hear, The one I'm going to tell you is exceptional,
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  Speaker 1: a story that you've heard, perhaps a dozen ways, a
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  Speaker 1: dozen times a year. So he whispered, while the shadow
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  Speaker 1: of my pony walked beside him. If good people go
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  Speaker 1: to heaven, do good horses go to Hell? I slung
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  Speaker 1: one leg across the horn and sideways. So I eyed him,
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  Speaker 1: for I've seen the phantom ponies loping round the big corral,
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  Speaker 1: and I've seen my pony humor. Yes, the horse that
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  Speaker 1: died to save me come and nicker at the golden bars,
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  Speaker 1: while I stood down below, calling Huma humor, humor, and
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  Speaker 1: still wondering why he gave me such a friend and
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  Speaker 1: why I killed her. It was twenty years ago, you remember.
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  Speaker 1: It was lonely when we used to guard the cattle,
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  Speaker 1: when a man would ride the line for days and
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  Speaker 1: camp at night alone, with nothing much to do but
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  Speaker 1: watch the sun rise up for battle, and not a
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  Speaker 1: soul to talk to, or what's even worse, his own.
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  Speaker 1: So I talked my pony humor, many tricks, for she
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  Speaker 1: was human to rear, shake hands, to nod, or pick
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  Speaker 1: up anything I dropped, till she grew as interested and
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  Speaker 1: as gentle as a woman, just to have me praise
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  Speaker 1: and pet her. But one day the teaching stopped three
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  Speaker 1: rustlers from the notch rode up. I knew there would
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  Speaker 1: be trouble, but I sat my pony easy and I
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  Speaker 1: rolled a cigarette and we talked about the rodeo. When
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  Speaker 1: like a bursting bubble, the leader opened up the fight.
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  Speaker 1: I felt my arm grow wet. It was three to one,
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  Speaker 1: but Humer, like a rock, stood to the thunder, for
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  Speaker 1: she seemed to know my need two empty saddles when
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  Speaker 1: the one that tried at first to get me. Spurred
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  Speaker 1: up close and swung up under, and I saw the
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  Speaker 1: trail to heaven in the muzzle of his gun. I
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  Speaker 1: flinched and played the coward up. I called, and at
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  Speaker 1: the calling, reared my pony, and she took his shot.
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  Speaker 1: I leveled quick and twice I answered. In the smoke,
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  Speaker 1: I saw a twisted figure falling. I could feel my
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  Speaker 1: pony shiver. Twenty years, I've paid the price for my life. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: Hell and Texas leave the hoof prints in some faces.
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  Speaker 1: We the riders of the ranges. Each of us has
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  Speaker 1: played his part twenty years. He whispered slowly twenty years
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  Speaker 1: in many places. But I've never worn the print of
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  Speaker 1: Humor's hoof marks from my heart. I'm the walking Man forever,
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  Speaker 1: but a dream of mighty ranges and the silent mountain meadows,
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  Speaker 1: in the glory of the stars, and I see the
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  Speaker 1: phantom ponies in the dawn and sunset changes, and I
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  Speaker 1: hear my humor nicer just behind the golden bars sunny
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  Speaker 1: summer day. It was when loping into Laramie, I overtook
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  Speaker 1: the walking Man, reined up and nodded how he walked
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  Speaker 1: beside me for a while. He hardly was aware of me.
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  Speaker 1: But I think I am stand him, for I know
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  Speaker 1: his story now. End of section.
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  Speaker 3: One, Section two of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 3: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. It was Overland
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  Speaker 3: the Red. If you're asking my opinion, well said Overland
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  Speaker 3: the Red, as he rose to do the honors, I
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  Speaker 3: might say, you are taking lengthy chances on what's going
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  Speaker 3: to be said. It's nothing new, but put a different way.
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  Speaker 3: So I drink to California, the loved, the last, the best,
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  Speaker 3: to her women and her horses and her men, to
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  Speaker 3: old El Camino, Real, winding, gray and lazy, to the west,
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  Speaker 3: loafin up the range, and loafin down again. I drink
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  Speaker 3: to California, the land of light and gold, to the
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  Speaker 3: poppies not nhappy in the sun, to the snow upon
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  Speaker 3: the mountain lay in, bright and white and cold, To
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  Speaker 3: the old trails and the trails that's just begun, to
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  Speaker 3: the Buccaroosa riding out across the old Tahone, to the
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  Speaker 3: mules a jinglind lively down the grade to the herder squatted,
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  Speaker 3: smoken by his little shack alone, and the mockin birds,
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  Speaker 3: a dreamin in the shade, to the girls that know
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  Speaker 3: a saddle from a pancake on a hoss, to the
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  Speaker 3: desert rat with color on the brain. To the Russian
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  Speaker 3: of the rivers that no man has learned to boss
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  Speaker 3: when the ridges shed the roar and winter rain. I
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  Speaker 3: drink to California, the darling of the West, to her
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  Speaker 3: women and her horses and her men. A blessing on
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  Speaker 3: those living here, and God help all the rest. In concluding,
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  Speaker 3: we'll stand up and drink again. End of section two.
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  Speaker 3: Red by Stepheather, Bangalore, India, eleven July twenty twenty two.
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  Speaker 4: Section three of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
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  Speaker 4: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This liveryvox
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. The Outland Trails. My
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  Speaker 4: head grew gray on the Outland trails where I stood
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  Speaker 4: a man with men, And now I whine like a
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  Speaker 4: hungry whelp to go out on the trails again. How
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  Speaker 4: the whip of a rifle lifts my heart to the
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  Speaker 4: crags of a hidden range where the black pines circle
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  Speaker 4: the riven peak, and the silence is a strange a
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  Speaker 4: man from himself and all human kind, where the winds
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  Speaker 4: no leash have known, and the soul is king of
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  Speaker 4: itself again up there with the stars alone, see worn
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  Speaker 4: sails idle hang in the smoke of the harbor slips
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  Speaker 4: now a sweeter's song than was ever sung by the
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  Speaker 4: fairest woman's lips. And the sea that cradles the dripping
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  Speaker 4: prow as it comes to its island's rest, is a
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  Speaker 4: sweeter place for a weary head than the fairest woman's breast.
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  Speaker 4: Where the pack train plots in the desert noon and
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  Speaker 4: the world runs out to space, and the lone coyotes
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  Speaker 4: hungry cry breaks the startled pony's pace, where the visioned
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  Speaker 4: lake is a mockery, and death holds the pouch of gold.
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  Speaker 4: There is more of peace than in all your creeds,
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  Speaker 4: yea more by a thousandfold saddle and rifle, spur and rope.
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  Speaker 4: And the smell of sage in the rain has down
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  Speaker 4: the canyon the Pinto's lope, and spread to the shadowed
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  Speaker 4: plain up on the ledge, where the burrow creeps patient
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  Speaker 4: and shore and slow, above a valley floor that sleeps
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  Speaker 4: ten thousand feet below, out where the tumbling schooner fights
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  Speaker 4: in the spume of the typhoon's hate, up where the
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  Speaker 4: husky bays, the light of the Northland's frozen gate, sun
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  Speaker 4: and wind and the sound of rain, hunger and thirst
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  Speaker 4: and strife. God to be out on the trails again
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  Speaker 4: with a grip on the mane of life. And my
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  Speaker 4: woman sees and hides a tear, for the cabin door
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  Speaker 4: is wide, unshadowed by suns that return no more. For
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  Speaker 4: they sleep in the ocean tide, or out on the
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  Speaker 4: desert sand, unmarked save by the rough hewn stake. For
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  Speaker 4: they died like men on the outland trails. But I
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  Speaker 4: stay for their mother's sake. Stay and dream of the
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  Speaker 4: outland trails and the songs of fighting men. Stay and
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  Speaker 4: whine like a hungry Whelp to go out on the
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  Speaker 4: trails again. End of section three read by Alum Mapstone.
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  Speaker 5: Section four of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
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  Speaker 5: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain. Sunshine over Yuma, sun
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  Speaker 5: down the road where once the range unfenced world, sweeping
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  Speaker 5: like the sea, now gray, now green, the grassy change,
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  Speaker 5: wind swept and wavering, languorously sun down the road, and
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  Speaker 5: gentle kind shuffling along a homeward lane where once the
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  Speaker 5: cowboy rode the line, captain of herd and hill and
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  Speaker 5: plain listen in dim valhalla, he flings past the milling
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  Speaker 5: phantom steers, chanting in ghostly revelry, the sprightly spirit of
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  Speaker 5: his years. Come, my little cayus, and lope along, lope along.
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  Speaker 5: Don't you go to start a little row. You mustn't
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  Speaker 5: go to buckan, or to bitin, or to kickin. Don't
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  Speaker 5: interrupt the angels while their little harps they're pickin' for
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  Speaker 5: we got to keep the rules, or both of us
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  Speaker 5: will get a lickin'. We're ridin on the big range now.
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  Speaker 5: But there's not a single echo as you lope along,
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  Speaker 5: lope along, not a single friend to answer. How there
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  Speaker 5: is sunshine over Yuma, and the little owls are cryin'
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  Speaker 5: read across the dobe strings of chilis aar adryin. But
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  Speaker 5: we're cinched to ride in heaven, and that's what we
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  Speaker 5: get for dyin'. 're ridin on the Big Range. Now
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  Speaker 5: with lithe limb, ease of poise and deceit, with scarf
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  Speaker 5: of flame and starry spur, head up and proud, he
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  Speaker 5: rides to meet the mighty throng that sway and stir
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  Speaker 5: night Archer, troubadour and squire, poet and warrior Prince and
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  Speaker 5: Pierre for gathering mark his strange attire. Astounded at the
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  Speaker 5: song they hear, Come my little Caius, and lope along,
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  Speaker 5: lope along. We're headed for the grand pow Wow. But
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  Speaker 5: down in Arizona there's a Chola girl awaiting. There's sunshine
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  Speaker 5: over Yuma where the mockingbirds are mating. Oh, glory is
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  Speaker 5: a mighty lonely trail that's navigating all around the Big Range. Now,
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  Speaker 5: so come my little Cayus and lope along, lope along.
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  Speaker 5: I guess we got in wrong somehow. Don't exactly fancy
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  Speaker 5: just the way the folks are staring, can't exactly cott
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  Speaker 5: into the funny clothes they're wearing. Oh it's heaven, but
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  Speaker 5: it's lonely, and we've had our little aarin. So we'll
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  Speaker 5: fan it back to Arizona now. End of section four
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  Speaker 5: read by Stepheather Bangalore India, thirteen July twenty twenty two.
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  Speaker 4: The mule Skinner by Henry Herbert NIBBs read for livery
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  Speaker 4: volks dot work by Mapstone. The clack and clatter of
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  Speaker 4: the chain, the staggering pool to top the crest, the
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  Speaker 4: brake line slack below the plane, and twenty mules impairs abreast,
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  Speaker 4: the heated tires that grind and smoke, the nimble leaders
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  Speaker 4: swinging wide, The swirls of powdered dust that choke and
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  Speaker 4: curl along the mountain side, careless of poise and keen
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  Speaker 4: of eye. The skinner on the wheeler's back condemns his
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  Speaker 4: mules expressively and takes a little jerk line slack roll on,
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  Speaker 4: old wagon. We're going home. Hump you buckskins, hop it
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  Speaker 4: long jump you Jerry old gerboem Listen, I'll sing you
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  Speaker 4: a little song.
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  Speaker 6: Oh.
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  Speaker 4: I had a girl in San Antone. She had a
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  Speaker 4: bowl of down that way. I met up with him
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  Speaker 4: one night alone. That's why I'm skinny mules today. Oh
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  Speaker 4: there was a horse in San Antone. I borrowed that
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  Speaker 4: horse and came away, fanning it fast on that white
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  Speaker 4: faced roane. That's why I'm skinny mules today. The blind
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  Speaker 4: wheel worries in the rut. The slow sand follows up
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  Speaker 4: the tire. The distant shows a herder's hut below the
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  Speaker 4: ridge in sunset fire as o'er the grim wheel, gutted plane,
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  Speaker 4: silent beneath its weight of years, The mules plod on
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  Speaker 4: with grunts and strain, with nodding heads and swinging ears.
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  Speaker 4: A cowboy turns and waves his hand, then, with the
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  Speaker 4: twinkle off his spur, rides slowly towards the foothill land
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  Speaker 4: alone and proud advaure, but rains and listens, nods and
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  Speaker 4: smiles with head a slant as low and long. Across
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  Speaker 4: the hushed and stagnant miles, he hears the echo of
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  Speaker 4: his song, I ain't going back to San Anton, had
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  Speaker 4: not got time to go down that way, for I
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  Speaker 4: got a girl and a kid of my own. That's
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  Speaker 4: why I'm skinny mules today, skinny mules on the old tejon.
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  Speaker 4: And believe me, sister, it ain't no play. But I
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  Speaker 4: got a gal and a kid of my own. That's
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  Speaker 4: why I'm skinny mules today. And the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section six of Songs with Outlands Ballads of the Hoboes
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  Speaker 7: and other Verse Henry Herbert NIBBs. This libribox recording is
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  Speaker 7: in the public domain. Out there somewhere, as I was
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  Speaker 7: hiking past the woods, the cool and sleepy summer woods,
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  Speaker 7: I saw a guy a talking to the sunshine in
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  Speaker 7: the air. Thinks I he's going to have a fit.
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  Speaker 7: I'll stick around and watch a bit. But he paid
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  Speaker 7: no attention, hardly knowing I was there. He must have
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  Speaker 7: been a college guy, for he was talking big and high.
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  Speaker 7: The trees were standing all around, as silent as a church.
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  Speaker 7: A little closer I saw he was manufacturing poetry, just
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  Speaker 7: like a walker sitting on a pussy willow perch. I
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  Speaker 7: squatted down and rolled a smoke and listened to each
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  Speaker 7: whred he spoke. He never stumbled, reared, or broke. He
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  Speaker 7: never missed a word. And though he was a bow
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  Speaker 7: like me, he'd been a gent Once. I could see.
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  Speaker 7: I ain't much strong on poetry, but this is what
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  Speaker 7: I heard. We'll dance and Mary saraband from here to
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  Speaker 7: drowsy sammarcand along the sea, across the land. The birds
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  Speaker 7: are flying south. And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere,
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  Speaker 7: you wait for me, with buds of roses in your
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  Speaker 7: hair and kisses on your mouth. The mountains are all
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  Speaker 7: hidden mist. The valley is like amethyst. The poplar leaves
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  Speaker 7: they turn and twist, Oh, silver, silver green. Out there
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  Speaker 7: somewhere along the sea, a ship is waiting patiently, while
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  Speaker 7: up the beach the bubbles slip with white afloat between
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  Speaker 7: the tide hounds race far up the shore. The hunt
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  Speaker 7: is on the breakers roar. Her spars are tipped with gold,
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  Speaker 7: and o'er her deck. The spray is flung. The booyes
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  Speaker 7: that rollic in the bay. They gnad the way, they
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  Speaker 7: gnad the way. The hunt is up. I am the prey.
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  Speaker 7: The hunter's bow is strung out there somewhere, says I
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  Speaker 7: to me. By gosh, I guess that's poetry out there somewhere, Penelope,
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  Speaker 7: with kisses on your mouth. And then thinks I, O,
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  Speaker 7: college guy, you're talking. It's me in the eye. The
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  Speaker 7: north is creeping in the air, the birds are flying south,
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  Speaker 7: and yet the sun was shining down, a blazing on
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  Speaker 7: the little town a mile or so way down the track,
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  Speaker 7: dancing in the sun. But somehow, as I waited there,
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  Speaker 7: there came a shiver in the air. The birds are
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  Speaker 7: flying south, he says. The winter has begun, says I,
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  Speaker 7: then let's be on the float. You should certainly have
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  Speaker 7: got my goat. You make me hungry in my throat
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  Speaker 7: for seeing things that's new out there somewhere, will ride
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  Speaker 7: the range a looking for the new and strange. My
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  Speaker 7: feet are tired and need to change. Come on, it's
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  Speaker 7: up to you. There ain't no sweet pen. I'll be
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  Speaker 7: somewhere that's long and much for me. But I can
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  Speaker 7: smell the blundering sea and hear the rigging hum, and
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  Speaker 7: I can hear the whispering lips that fly before the
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  Speaker 7: outbound ships, and I can hear the breakers on the
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  Speaker 7: sound of booming.
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  Speaker 6: Come.
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  Speaker 7: And then that slim poetic guy, he turned and looked
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  Speaker 7: me in the eye. It's over land and overland and
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  Speaker 7: overseas to where most anywhere that isn't here, I says.
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  Speaker 7: His face went kind of queer. The place wherein is
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  Speaker 7: always here. The other places there, he smiled, though as
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  Speaker 7: may I caught his. Then what a lot of there
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  Speaker 7: there is to go and see, and go and see
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  Speaker 7: and go and see some more. He did a fancy
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  Speaker 7: step or two says he, I think I'll go with you.
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  Speaker 7: Two moons and we were baking in the straits at Singapore,
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  Speaker 7: around the world and back again. We saw it all
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  Speaker 7: the mist and rain in England, and the dry old
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  Speaker 7: plain from Needles to Purdue. We kept a rambling all
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  Speaker 7: the time. I rustled grub, He rustled rhyme, blind baggage,
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  Speaker 7: hoof it, ride or climb. We always put it through,
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  Speaker 7: just for a con. I'd like to know. Yes, he
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  Speaker 7: crossed over long ago, and he was right.
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  Speaker 6: Believe me.
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  Speaker 7: Bo is somewhere in the south, down where the clouds
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  Speaker 7: lie on the sea. He found a sweet penelope with
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  Speaker 7: buds of roses in her hair and kisses on her mouth.
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  Speaker 7: End of section six read by Clarice.
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  Speaker 8: Section seven of the Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 8: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 8: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Oliver West Oliver
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  Speaker 8: Wes came writing down. His face was lean and clean
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  Speaker 8: and brown, and his eyes were fixed on the desert
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  Speaker 8: town at the end of the sunset trail. Without the
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  Speaker 8: ghost of a good excuse. He set his spurs in
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  Speaker 8: his roan cayus lay to it. Sarko cut her loose,
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  Speaker 8: and the pebbles flew like hail ah yep. I can
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  Speaker 8: hear the silver strings and the song that the little
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  Speaker 8: Bonita sings. I say, Sarko, I wish that you her
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  Speaker 8: feet were wings, But you're doing your best, all right.
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  Speaker 8: The sun rolled down to the western range, and he
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  Speaker 8: watched the shadows shift and change, and the little lights
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  Speaker 8: of the town looked strange as they beckoned across the
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  Speaker 8: night an hour and he clinked to the doorway glare
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  Speaker 8: of the dobe. The singing girl was there, with a
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  Speaker 8: southern rose in her midnight hair, and lips like a
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  Speaker 8: bud of June, unda la unda. The song began, as
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  Speaker 8: softly the silver music ran to the heart of the
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  Speaker 8: swart el capitan. Twas the Gringo's lover's tune. The little
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  Speaker 8: Bonita saw and smiled with the pouting lips of a
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  Speaker 8: teasing child she loved, But the Gringo was not beguiled.
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  Speaker 8: Twas a heart that she could not tame. A word,
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  Speaker 8: and the swell of the music broke. The room was
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  Speaker 8: a pit of flame and smoke, But Ulvra West not
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  Speaker 8: a word. He spoke as into the night he came. Then,
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  Speaker 8: with more than the ghost of a good excuse, he
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  Speaker 8: set his spurs in his rowan cayuse, the tout sarkole
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  Speaker 8: hell's broke loose, and the pebbles flew like hail und
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  Speaker 8: de la unda's a good night song, said Oliver West
• 21:17
  Speaker 8: as he looked along. Was it he or she or
• 21:21
  Speaker 8: me done wrong? Well, she's there and I'm here, and
• 21:26
  Speaker 8: we're going strong back over the sunset trail into section seven.
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  Speaker 1: Section eight of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 21:43
  Speaker 1: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert Nibs. This LibriVox
• 21:47
  Speaker 1: reconne is in the public domain. Read papisa yearslie the hills.
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: Shall I leave the hills, the high far hills that
• 21:57
  Speaker 1: shadow the morning plain. Shall I leave the desert sand
• 22:02
  Speaker 1: and sage that gleams in the winter rain. Shall I
• 22:06
  Speaker 1: leave the ragged bridle trail to ride in the city
• 22:10
  Speaker 1: street to snatch a song from the printed word, or
• 22:14
  Speaker 1: sit at a master's feet to barter the sting of
• 22:18
  Speaker 1: the mountain wind for the choking fog and smoke, to
• 22:22
  Speaker 1: barter the song of the mountain stream, for the babble
• 22:26
  Speaker 1: of city folk, to lose my grip on the God
• 22:30
  Speaker 1: I know, and fumble among the creeds, oh, rocks and
• 22:36
  Speaker 1: pines of the high far hills. Hear the lisp of
• 22:40
  Speaker 1: the valley reeds. End of section eight.
• 22:51
  Speaker 2: Section nine of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the Hoboes,
• 22:56
  Speaker 2: and other verse by Henry Herbert Nibs. This LibriVox recording
• 23:04
  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. Overland's Delight. It was underneath
• 23:12
  Speaker 2: the stars, the little peaking stars, that we lay and
• 23:16
  Speaker 2: dreamed of Eden in the hills. We were neither sad
• 23:21
  Speaker 2: nor gay, but just wondering while we lay. What a
• 23:25
  Speaker 2: mighty lot of space creation fills. Our fire was just
• 23:32
  Speaker 2: a spark God of red against the dark, and around
• 23:36
  Speaker 2: the fire an awful lot of night. The purple changing
• 23:41
  Speaker 2: air was as quiet as a prayer, and the moon
• 23:45
  Speaker 2: came up and froze the mountains white. There was nothing
• 23:50
  Speaker 2: much to say unless my pal there, while he lay,
• 23:54
  Speaker 2: got to thinking of his bronchen saddle days and a
• 23:59
  Speaker 2: woman that he knew. He believes that dreams come true,
• 24:04
  Speaker 2: and they do if I'm believing what he says. It
• 24:11
  Speaker 2: was Overland's Delight when we quit the road at night
• 24:15
  Speaker 2: and the birds were folding up their music bars, just
• 24:19
  Speaker 2: to smoke a little bit, rub his chin a while,
• 24:23
  Speaker 2: and sit like a hobo statue looking at the stars.
• 24:29
  Speaker 2: And he'd coughed to clear his throat, strike a kind
• 24:33
  Speaker 2: of chesty note, not like preachers, but just deep down
• 24:39
  Speaker 2: near his heart. And I think his dreaming eyes saw
• 24:44
  Speaker 2: way up to paradise. Then, remembering me, he had nod
• 24:49
  Speaker 2: his head and start. It was all about some woman
• 24:54
  Speaker 2: that he loved long, long ago, and he loved her
• 24:57
  Speaker 2: in a kind of way. I can't just understand. But
• 25:02
  Speaker 2: if I could talk like he could, well you could
• 25:05
  Speaker 2: have my bundle bo, for he talked like this, and Pardner,
• 25:10
  Speaker 2: it was grand. Her hair was like the sun that
• 25:16
  Speaker 2: drowns the poppy fields at noon, and there was something
• 25:20
  Speaker 2: in her eyes too deep and pure to tell. Her
• 25:25
  Speaker 2: lips were like the red of buds that greet the
• 25:29
  Speaker 2: dawn of June, blush of roses on a sunlit lily bell.
• 25:36
  Speaker 2: A little motion of her hand was more than words
• 25:39
  Speaker 2: can say. It spoke a language all its own in
• 25:42
  Speaker 2: pretty gesturing, and when she smiled, the flowers sang. To
• 25:47
  Speaker 2: see her smile that way, it made a man hold
• 25:52
  Speaker 2: up his head and feel himself a king. I met
• 25:57
  Speaker 2: her riding down the trail when morning dew was young.
• 26:01
  Speaker 2: Her pony's feet were castanets that clipped a happy tune.
• 26:06
  Speaker 2: Somehow I took my hat off, just as if an
• 26:12
  Speaker 2: angel song, and she came riding down the trail to
• 26:16
  Speaker 2: greet the dawn of June. She nodded, smiled, and rode along,
• 26:23
  Speaker 2: brave eyed and bright and sweet. I stood and watched
• 26:28
  Speaker 2: her in the sun, and saw the silver stream run
• 26:31
  Speaker 2: down across the canyon trail, and heard her ponies feet
• 26:36
  Speaker 2: like castanets, now far away, still ringing through my dream
• 26:42
  Speaker 2: click clink, a passing melody that melted in the air,
• 26:47
  Speaker 2: and in my heart, a whispering like meadow grass at
• 26:51
  Speaker 2: night when some lone wind is talking to the sleepy
• 26:55
  Speaker 2: daisies there just wavering and wondering and waiting for the light.
• 27:03
  Speaker 2: Since then, I've told her stories while she laughed and
• 27:06
  Speaker 2: clapped her hands of Huma and Sonora in the rich
• 27:10
  Speaker 2: red days of old. Since then I've ridden far for
• 27:15
  Speaker 2: her delight, in haughted lands, where desert ledges crumble and
• 27:20
  Speaker 2: the sand is specked with gold. Have you ever loved
• 27:25
  Speaker 2: a woman like the meadow, loves the sun, just contented
• 27:30
  Speaker 2: to be living, just because she's living too. If you
• 27:36
  Speaker 2: have and never spoken, it's the best thing you have done,
• 27:43
  Speaker 2: then you know there is a heaven that is not
• 27:46
  Speaker 2: beyond the blue. I loved, but did not tell her.
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: It came time for me to go almost anywhere for
• 27:56
  Speaker 2: her sake. So I drifted up along the northern trails,
• 27:59
  Speaker 2: where winter locks the passes deep in snow. But I
• 28:04
  Speaker 2: dreamed of southern ranges and a land of sun and song,
• 28:09
  Speaker 2: where a trail runs toward the meadows where the poppy
• 28:13
  Speaker 2: fields unfold, where the mocking bird is listening to the
• 28:16
  Speaker 2: patter of a tune rung by mellow canyon echoes, and
• 28:21
  Speaker 2: a melody of gold as she rides along the morning
• 28:27
  Speaker 2: down to greet the dawn of June. Yes, twas Overland's delight.
• 28:34
  Speaker 2: When we quit the road at night, and the birds
• 28:38
  Speaker 2: were folding up their music bars, just to smoke a
• 28:42
  Speaker 2: little bit, rub his chin a while, and sit like
• 28:47
  Speaker 2: a hobo statue looking at the stars. There was nothing
• 28:54
  Speaker 2: to be said, for the talk had drifted dead, and
• 28:57
  Speaker 2: his dreams were done of rock and saddle days, and
• 29:02
  Speaker 2: the woman that he knew he believes that dreams come true,
• 29:08
  Speaker 2: and I almost think they do from what he says.
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  Speaker 2: End of section nine read by Bill Mosley, Lano County, Texas.
• 29:28
  Speaker 4: Section ten of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 29:33
  Speaker 4: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This livery
• 29:39
  Speaker 4: box recording is in the public domain. The prospector tis
• 29:46
  Speaker 4: the wane of the moon, and the midsummer revels are ended,
• 29:51
  Speaker 4: and autumn has burnished the veil with an indolent hand,
• 29:56
  Speaker 4: and the breeze of the morn, with the breath of
• 29:59
  Speaker 4: adventuring blended, wakes a song in my heart as I
• 30:03
  Speaker 4: dream of a far away land. So while up with
• 30:07
  Speaker 4: the sun, while the city is torpid with slumber, let
• 30:11
  Speaker 4: the wind wash the reek of the factory smoke from
• 30:14
  Speaker 4: my clothes. For I've worked like a stamp in the mill,
• 30:18
  Speaker 4: deaden days without number, And I'm off to the land
• 30:23
  Speaker 4: where the bloom of the almond tree blows, to the
• 30:27
  Speaker 4: land of the west, where the blue, where the ultimate
• 30:30
  Speaker 4: ranges sun their cloud muffled shoulders and sit with their
• 30:34
  Speaker 4: feet in the sea. Where the way of the world
• 30:38
  Speaker 4: drifts along without too many changes, And a man without
• 30:42
  Speaker 4: money has friends if he cares to be free with
• 30:47
  Speaker 4: the little I'll have. When I get there, I'll buy
• 30:49
  Speaker 4: me a pony, a pinto chaos that knows trails and
• 30:54
  Speaker 4: the trick of the rope, and he'll be my singular
• 30:57
  Speaker 4: faithful old standby and crow. When we're tired of the valley,
• 31:02
  Speaker 4: we'll cinch up and ride for the slope. We will
• 31:06
  Speaker 4: camp on the crest of the foothills that run to
• 31:09
  Speaker 4: the mountains, on the side where the sun disappears, down
• 31:14
  Speaker 4: the slope to the sea, and we'll watch as the
• 31:17
  Speaker 4: tide shatters skyward in thundering fountains, while the stars find
• 31:22
  Speaker 4: their places and shine through the sycamore tree. We'll follow
• 31:27
  Speaker 4: the song of the meadow, lark out to the grazing
• 31:31
  Speaker 4: the dim mountain meadow knee deep with the greenest of grass.
• 31:35
  Speaker 4: Or we'll creep round the ledge where the little red
• 31:38
  Speaker 4: wildflower is blazing, and drop down to eden and trout
• 31:42
  Speaker 4: through the porcupine pass. Call it prospecting, loafing, surveying, or
• 31:49
  Speaker 4: simply just living. Never think it's the lure of the
• 31:52
  Speaker 4: gold that keeps calling me on. Merely taking the gifts
• 31:57
  Speaker 4: Mother Nature to all men is giving yes, even the last,
• 32:02
  Speaker 4: the long rest with a smile when I'm gone, When
• 32:06
  Speaker 4: I'm gone. While the mountains are monuments grander than glory,
• 32:11
  Speaker 4: and a canyon's a tomb that's as noble as any
• 32:14
  Speaker 4: they've made. Let the eagle that feathers the blue tell
• 32:18
  Speaker 4: the ocean the story. When the pinto strays dragging a
• 32:23
  Speaker 4: rope down the porcupine grade, call it prospecting. Maybe it is.
• 32:29
  Speaker 4: And I know when it's ended, and I climb the
• 32:32
  Speaker 4: divide and report on the use of my claim. I
• 32:36
  Speaker 4: won't get much credit for anything noble or splendid, but
• 32:40
  Speaker 4: he knows why I turn from the town to the
• 32:43
  Speaker 4: open air game. End of section ten recording by Alan Mapstone.
• 32:57
  Speaker 9: Section eleven of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the Hoboes,
• 33:02
  Speaker 9: and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. The Sleeprivox recording
• 33:06
  Speaker 9: is in the public domain. Ladybird, all you care to
• 33:11
  Speaker 9: do on earth is make a show, sing a song
• 33:14
  Speaker 9: of vanity, see the people stare, and you get an
• 33:18
  Speaker 9: audience everywhere you go. Ladybird, whose tears are those diamonds
• 33:23
  Speaker 9: in your hair? Ladybird, ladybird, show your silken hose. Little
• 33:29
  Speaker 9: children at the looms died to make your clothes. Naked
• 33:33
  Speaker 9: arms and beautiful silver bloom of silk, beat the glide
• 33:38
  Speaker 9: in golden shoes, lips as dear as love heart, as
• 33:43
  Speaker 9: here the striker's wife beg a pint of milk while
• 33:46
  Speaker 9: you dance in Babylon, Save us God above, ladybird, ladybird,
• 33:52
  Speaker 9: dance the night away while the maimed and Mary's house
• 33:56
  Speaker 9: are moaning for the day. Eyes as clear as summer
• 34:00
  Speaker 9: star's voice that's like a song, hand as smooth as
• 34:03
  Speaker 9: lily bell, indolent and white, jeweled like a corson's fingers,
• 34:09
  Speaker 9: slim and long, soul as proud and desolate as the
• 34:13
  Speaker 9: desert night. Ladybird, ladybird, draw your skirts aside. There's where
• 34:19
  Speaker 9: a counter girl knew her shame and died. Readings and
• 34:23
  Speaker 9: theatricals all to help the poor, while your noble charities
• 34:28
  Speaker 9: make a righteous fuss, and the shawls and down and
• 34:32
  Speaker 9: outs shiver at the door, muttering and whispering. Ten percent
• 34:37
  Speaker 9: for us, ladybird, Ladybird, wear the heron's breast. What about
• 34:43
  Speaker 9: the fledglings starving in the nest. What's the use of
• 34:47
  Speaker 9: putting on any side at all you, my pretty ladybird
• 34:52
  Speaker 9: satin fur an lace. You will have to answer up
• 34:55
  Speaker 9: when we get the call, won't we all be naked
• 34:59
  Speaker 9: when we reach the other place? And of section eleven
• 35:03
  Speaker 9: read Bali.
• 35:04
  Speaker 8: Vogler, Section twelve of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
• 35:14
  Speaker 8: the Hoboes, and other verse a Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
• 35:18
  Speaker 8: LibriVox recording is in the public domain hash twas in
• 35:25
  Speaker 8: one of them come in stranger joints that sure does
• 35:29
  Speaker 8: lots of good, where they give you a bed and
• 35:32
  Speaker 8: a bowl of soup for sawn, a quard of wood
• 35:35
  Speaker 8: that I heard the talk of the infinite. They was
• 35:39
  Speaker 8: four of us in the yard, and our hands was raw,
• 35:42
  Speaker 8: and our stomach's flat, for that hickory wood was hard
• 35:47
  Speaker 8: when the hoss faced guy and his infinite was all
• 35:50
  Speaker 8: that we got to chew while waiting the chicory beans
• 35:54
  Speaker 8: and pork, and with nothing else to do but to
• 35:57
  Speaker 8: listen to one fed stuff talk about the future of
• 36:02
  Speaker 8: our souls. And he knew we'des'n't to sass him back,
• 36:07
  Speaker 8: or we'd lose our breakfast rolls. And he made us
• 36:11
  Speaker 8: feel or tried to make us feel sorry that we
• 36:13
  Speaker 8: was born, and I happened to recollect as how the
• 36:17
  Speaker 8: disciples wiped the corn as they needed it along the way,
• 36:22
  Speaker 8: being hungry like all folks get. And I got kind
• 36:26
  Speaker 8: of sore on the hoss faced guy for his sayings.
• 36:30
  Speaker 8: They didn't set all to good on my empty stomach then,
• 36:34
  Speaker 8: and I reckon, I got too rash, and I says,
• 36:37
  Speaker 8: nexibo on the infinite, what we're needin' most is hash.
• 36:42
  Speaker 8: He come damn hard to give up our grub, but
• 36:46
  Speaker 8: to little Blake and I we beat it. Then, while
• 36:49
  Speaker 8: the others stayed innate with that hoss faced guy, we
• 36:53
  Speaker 8: braced a gent on the down town side and told
• 36:56
  Speaker 8: him our story straight. He didn't yip for dick, but grinned,
• 37:01
  Speaker 8: and I liked his style first rate. I own a
• 37:04
  Speaker 8: string of saloons. He says from here to Bloomin Bay
• 37:08
  Speaker 8: that I don't stand in with the gentry town. But
• 37:11
  Speaker 8: I've got this much to say. There never was a
• 37:15
  Speaker 8: hungry man on earth been kept waitin on my talk yet,
• 37:19
  Speaker 8: And as sure as my name is, Tim says, he
• 37:23
  Speaker 8: you want hash, and his hash you'll get It was
• 37:27
  Speaker 8: coffee and ham and potatoes, fried and eggs and some
• 37:31
  Speaker 8: real French rolls thinks I how were hungry guys to
• 37:36
  Speaker 8: know that God ever gave him souls? Did you ever
• 37:40
  Speaker 8: bump into Tim Sullivan with the vest like a yellow splash? Well,
• 37:45
  Speaker 8: he don't go much on the infinite, but say he knows.
• 37:49
  Speaker 8: Hash is hash into section twelve.
• 38:00
  Speaker 10: Section thirteen of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 38:04
  Speaker 10: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
• 38:09
  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain. Gentrytown in vain. The
• 38:14
  Speaker 10: city voices call the outlets, claim us evermore youth and
• 38:19
  Speaker 10: romance and love, and all have passed with all we
• 38:23
  Speaker 10: dreamed before, the hounds of truth along the way had
• 38:27
  Speaker 10: with our pace their paces set. And yet it was
• 38:31
  Speaker 10: but yesterday we lost the girl we can't forget. Yes,
• 38:36
  Speaker 10: it was only yesterday we danced with her in Gentrytown.
• 38:40
  Speaker 10: She mocked the budding bloom of May with silken ankle
• 38:44
  Speaker 10: flowered gown, and we we played that endless game and
• 38:49
  Speaker 10: fortunes every challenge met we lost, But still we loved
• 38:53
  Speaker 10: the name of her, The girl we can't forget, Oh, Gentrytown,
• 38:59
  Speaker 10: adore all to him who knows no man's commands. The
• 39:03
  Speaker 10: paradise of wealth, the hell of all who labor with
• 39:06
  Speaker 10: their hands. We labor not that in your face, nor
• 39:11
  Speaker 10: stride where Moluk spreads his net. But no, we'll bless
• 39:16
  Speaker 10: the dwelling place of her, the girl. We can't forget.
• 39:20
  Speaker 10: What trails remain unknown to us, or desert, timberland or sea.
• 39:25
  Speaker 10: What sin has not been shown to us? What greed?
• 39:28
  Speaker 10: What hate? What misery? As drunk with wine of wandering,
• 39:33
  Speaker 10: we sing a merry canzonette, and even now we rise
• 39:37
  Speaker 10: to sing of her, the girl. We can't forget what
• 39:41
  Speaker 10: visions at the wayside fire, as a slow smoke disturbs
• 39:45
  Speaker 10: the air, What pallid shapes of wan desire gnaw at
• 39:50
  Speaker 10: our hearts, the while we stare across the flame at
• 39:54
  Speaker 10: Gentrytown with foolish tears. Our cheeks are wet tears, nay,
• 40:00
  Speaker 10: but jewels on the gown of her, the girl. We
• 40:03
  Speaker 10: can't forget. To win is fame to lose? Disgrace we lost?
• 40:08
  Speaker 10: There is no more to tell A girl and furbelow
• 40:12
  Speaker 10: and lace we lost for you, Yet love you well.
• 40:16
  Speaker 10: Exiles are we of gentry Town outlawed? We plod the trails,
• 40:22
  Speaker 10: and yet until the lone last moon goes down there
• 40:25
  Speaker 10: lives one girl we can't forget. End of section thirteen,
• 40:31
  Speaker 10: read by Bry's Cries Youngstown u s A.
• 40:41
  Speaker 1: Section fourteen of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 40:44
  Speaker 1: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
• 40:49
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain, read by Peter Yearsley.
• 40:54
  Speaker 1: Along the shore the waves come walking up the sand, weep,
• 41:00
  Speaker 1: weep and hush along the shore, fretting and teasing at
• 41:05
  Speaker 1: the land, and rolling up the smooth brown floor, fretting
• 41:10
  Speaker 1: and saying things galore. One night in June, I left
• 41:15
  Speaker 1: the tires and made a fire to boil some tea
• 41:19
  Speaker 1: down on the beach, a paradise with nothing round to
• 41:23
  Speaker 1: bother me except the talking of the sea. The stars
• 41:27
  Speaker 1: were blinking big and still, the driftwood fire was snapping bright.
• 41:32
  Speaker 1: The moon back of me on the hill was flirting
• 41:35
  Speaker 1: with the summer night. Just of pretending to make light,
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: I had the makings, and I smoked and wondered over
• 41:44
  Speaker 1: different things, thinking as how this old world joked in
• 41:49
  Speaker 1: calling only some men kings while I sat there a
• 41:53
  Speaker 1: blowing rings me I was king of anywhere pegging away
• 41:59
  Speaker 1: at nothing hard, having no pet, particular care, having no
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: trouble or no pard, just me filled up Michael in card.
• 42:11
  Speaker 1: The waves come walking up the sand, weep, weep and
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: hush along the shore, fuming and fretting at the land,
• 42:21
  Speaker 1: and rolling something up the floor, fretting and saying things galore. Something.
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: The moon was growing, bright and cold and high and
• 42:34
  Speaker 1: big and round, something that floated, limp and white. Something
• 42:39
  Speaker 1: I wished I hadn't found a woman in the moonlight, drowned.
• 42:45
  Speaker 1: And then I saw that she was young, was pretty
• 42:48
  Speaker 1: dressed and not long dead. Her hair was black and
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: thick and hung just like a cloth wound round her head. Weep,
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: weep and hush. The ocean said, no storm had lately
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: been that June. There was no sign of wreck or boat,
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: but shining in the rising moon. I saw a locket
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: on her throat, and in the locket was a note.
• 43:17
  Speaker 1: The note I read, close to the flame the fire
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: with some fresh wood, I fed just one word, and
• 43:24
  Speaker 1: below a name, close to the fire, a dance in red.
• 43:29
  Speaker 1: One word good bye, the locket said. I thought I
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: knew her story then, for she was pretty like and sweet.
• 43:38
  Speaker 1: Good Bye. I stooped and read again. I crossed her
• 43:42
  Speaker 1: hands and made her neat, then shake in. I got
• 43:46
  Speaker 1: on my feet. I might have left her there for
• 43:49
  Speaker 1: such as come and stare to see next day, but
• 43:53
  Speaker 1: thinks I I can do this much. I'll hide her
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: from what folks will say, guessing at whysh you? In
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: a way, I buried her air in the sand. Goodbye,
• 44:05
  Speaker 1: I said for her. Once more. I left the locket
• 44:08
  Speaker 1: in her hand. The waves were saying things galore, weep, weep,
• 44:14
  Speaker 1: and hush along the shore. End of section fourteen.
• 44:27
  Speaker 6: Section fifteen of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 44:31
  Speaker 6: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
• 44:38
  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain. The Sheep and the Goats.
• 44:45
  Speaker 6: I don't mind working to earn my bread, and I'd
• 44:49
  Speaker 6: just as soon keep straight. I've listened to what the
• 44:52
  Speaker 6: preacher said about rams and sheep of the gate. I
• 44:56
  Speaker 6: like to sleep in an easy bed, but I tell
• 45:00
  Speaker 6: this old mate, a man like me what you call
• 45:04
  Speaker 6: a bow can blister and sweat and save all his life,
• 45:08
  Speaker 6: and earn just enough dough to prove that he is
• 45:12
  Speaker 6: a slave, and have when it comes his time to
• 45:16
  Speaker 6: go well enough to line his grave? Say, mate, have
• 45:22
  Speaker 6: you ever seen the mills for the kids that the
• 45:25
  Speaker 6: loom spit blood? Have you been in the mines when
• 45:28
  Speaker 6: the fire damp blue? Have you shipped as a hand
• 45:32
  Speaker 6: with a frater's crew, or worked in a levee flood?
• 45:37
  Speaker 6: Have you rotted wet in a grating camp, or scorched
• 45:41
  Speaker 6: on a desert line, or done your night's stunt with
• 45:44
  Speaker 6: your lamp, watching the timbers drip with damp and hearing
• 45:49
  Speaker 6: the oil rigged wine. Have you seen the grinder spade
• 45:54
  Speaker 6: and die as the steel dost cut them down. Have
• 45:59
  Speaker 6: you heard the tunnel drillers cry when the shale caved in?
• 46:03
  Speaker 6: Have you stood by when his wife came up from town?
• 46:08
  Speaker 6: Have you had your pay held back for tools that
• 46:12
  Speaker 6: you never saw or could use? Have you gone like
• 46:15
  Speaker 6: a fool with the other fools for the boss's saloon
• 46:19
  Speaker 6: where the strong arm rules, and cast your time for booze? Well,
• 46:25
  Speaker 6: those are the games I've played them. All that a
• 46:29
  Speaker 6: man like me can play on this lovely world is
• 46:33
  Speaker 6: a hard old ball, And so at the last I
• 46:37
  Speaker 6: took a fall for the right and proper way, that
• 46:42
  Speaker 6: is to see all the sight you can without the
• 46:45
  Speaker 6: admission price. That's why I've changed to a traveling man
• 46:50
  Speaker 6: with a quilt and a rope, with a kind of
• 46:53
  Speaker 6: plan of hitting no one place twice. I do no
• 46:58
  Speaker 6: kicking it, God or fate. I keep my shoes for
• 47:01
  Speaker 6: the road, the long gray road, and I love it. Mate. Ayfoot, strawfoot,
• 47:08
  Speaker 6: that's my gait. And I carry no other man's load,
• 47:14
  Speaker 6: for I'm free o the lowlands, by the sea, to
• 47:19
  Speaker 6: the mountains clear across on the other side. They belong
• 47:24
  Speaker 6: to me. A man owns nothing unless he's free. And
• 47:29
  Speaker 6: I am my own good boss. I don't mind workin
• 47:34
  Speaker 6: to earn my bread, and I'd just as soon keep straight.
• 47:39
  Speaker 6: But according to what the preacher said, I'm a ram
• 47:43
  Speaker 6: and I've missed the gate. But I'm joggin' ahead and
• 47:47
  Speaker 6: joggin' ahead, and perhaps I'll find it mate. End of
• 47:54
  Speaker 6: section fifteen, led by Carrie Adams. You're book Boys at Mesa,
• 48:00
  Speaker 6: Arizona on the twenty ninth of June twenty twenty two.
• 48:11
  Speaker 11: Section sixteen of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
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  Speaker 11: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 11: recording is in the public domain. Ballad of the Bows.
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  Speaker 11: We are the true nobility, sons of rest and the
• 48:30
  Speaker 11: outdoor air nights of the tie and the rail. Are
• 48:33
  Speaker 11: we lightly meandering everywhere, having no gold, we buy no care,
• 48:39
  Speaker 11: as over the crust of the world we go, stepping
• 48:42
  Speaker 11: in time to this ditty rare. Take up your bundle
• 48:45
  Speaker 11: and beat it bow. Camped on the sand of the
• 48:47
  Speaker 11: sleepy sea, having a little time to spare, we dream
• 48:51
  Speaker 11: for a day's eternity of the years unraveled that brought
• 48:55
  Speaker 11: us there. Or out on the blazing desert. Bear, we
• 48:58
  Speaker 11: gasp in the shade of a box car row, while
• 49:02
  Speaker 11: our interior trumpets blare, Take up your bundle and beat
• 49:06
  Speaker 11: it bow. Food we have without toil or fee, nor
• 49:11
  Speaker 11: take we heed when the tourists stare. For every man
• 49:14
  Speaker 11: on his grave stands he and each man's grave is
• 49:17
  Speaker 11: his own affair. Monarch, pauper, or millionaire. Father and son
• 49:23
  Speaker 11: shall come to know that the ultimate hour wi this burden. Bear,
• 49:28
  Speaker 11: take up your bundle and beat it bow. Prince, our
• 49:32
  Speaker 11: vulgarity you declare, shocks your soul and disgust you. So
• 49:36
  Speaker 11: your pardon, sire, but accept your share take up your
• 49:41
  Speaker 11: bundle and beat it bow. End of section sixteen read
• 49:48
  Speaker 11: by Stephen Harvey. Section seventeen of Songs of the Outline,
• 50:00
  Speaker 11: Ballads of the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs.
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  Speaker 11: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The grand
• 50:13
  Speaker 11: old privilege. Folks say, we got no morals, that they
• 50:18
  Speaker 11: all fell in the soup, and no conscience, So there
• 50:22
  Speaker 11: would be goodies, say, and perhaps our good intentions did
• 50:25
  Speaker 11: just up and flew the coop while we stood round
• 50:28
  Speaker 11: and watched em fade away. But there's one thing that
• 50:31
  Speaker 11: we're lovin more than money, grub or booze or even
• 50:35
  Speaker 11: decent folks. What speaks us fair, And that's the grand
• 50:39
  Speaker 11: old privilege to chuck our luck and choose any road
• 50:44
  Speaker 11: at any time, for anywhere. End of section seventeen read
• 50:52
  Speaker 11: by Stephen Harvey. Section eighteen of Songs of the Outlands,
• 51:04
  Speaker 11: Ballads of the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs.
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  Speaker 11: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Nothin to
• 51:16
  Speaker 11: do but go. I'm the Ramblin's sun with the nervous
• 51:20
  Speaker 11: feet that never was made for a steady beat. I
• 51:24
  Speaker 11: had many a job for a little while. I've been
• 51:26
  Speaker 11: on the bum and I've lived in style. But there
• 51:29
  Speaker 11: was the road windin mile after mile, and nothin to
• 51:32
  Speaker 11: do but go. So it's beat it bo while your
• 51:36
  Speaker 11: feet are mates. Take a look at the whole United States. Oh,
• 51:40
  Speaker 11: the fire and a pal and a smoke at night,
• 51:43
  Speaker 11: and up again in the mornin bright, with nothin but
• 51:46
  Speaker 11: road and sky in sight, and nothin to do but go.
• 51:50
  Speaker 11: Then beat it bow while the walkin's good, while the
• 51:53
  Speaker 11: birds on the wires are saw and wood. If to
• 51:56
  Speaker 11: day ain't the finest for you and me, there's always
• 51:58
  Speaker 11: tomorrow what's going, and the day after that is a
• 52:02
  Speaker 11: coming see and nothing to do but go. So beat
• 52:07
  Speaker 11: it bo while you're young and strong, see all you
• 52:11
  Speaker 11: can for I won't last long. You can stop for
• 52:14
  Speaker 11: only a little spell on the long gray road to
• 52:17
  Speaker 11: fare you well. The leads to heaven or may be hell,
• 52:21
  Speaker 11: and nothing to do but go. End of section eighteen
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  Speaker 11: read by Stephen Harvey.
• 52:38
  Speaker 12: Section nineteen of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the
• 52:42
  Speaker 12: Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This Leroubox
• 52:49
  Speaker 12: recording is in the public domain. Bread, Oh my heart,
• 52:55
  Speaker 12: it is just achin for a little bite of bacon,
• 53:00
  Speaker 12: a hunk of bread, a little mug of brew. I'm
• 53:05
  Speaker 12: tired of seeing scenery. Just lead me to a beanery
• 53:10
  Speaker 12: where there's something more than only air to chew. End
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  Speaker 12: of section nineteen read by Lore.
• 53:25
  Speaker 6: Section twenty of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the Hoboes,
• 53:30
  Speaker 6: and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. On the Range, my pony
• 53:43
  Speaker 6: was standin' thinkin' deep, and bosses think well, I reckon.
• 53:49
  Speaker 6: So I was squattin half asleep when into the firelight
• 53:54
  Speaker 6: stepped a bowl. He grinned in a kind of friendly way,
• 53:59
  Speaker 6: yeats him grub, and he rolled a smoke. I sort
• 54:02
  Speaker 6: of listened for him to say what was coming, And
• 54:06
  Speaker 6: this is how he spoke. Oh, the world is good,
• 54:10
  Speaker 6: and her towns are good and sore her folks if
• 54:13
  Speaker 6: understood a foot straw foot left and right over the
• 54:19
  Speaker 6: next hill, out of sight, rambling everywhere day and night,
• 54:24
  Speaker 6: and plenty of things to see. For the world is
• 54:28
  Speaker 6: good and her folks are good, and all of them
• 54:31
  Speaker 6: like to be understood. On the Rich man riding his
• 54:35
  Speaker 6: limousine to the guy that is hit by the big machine,
• 54:39
  Speaker 6: and the thousand or so that are in between, clear
• 54:43
  Speaker 6: down to a bowl like me. All you have to
• 54:47
  Speaker 6: do is to cast your eye on the sun or
• 54:49
  Speaker 6: the stars without asking why or the moon they're rolling
• 54:54
  Speaker 6: above the line. She don't crowd the stars, but she
• 54:58
  Speaker 6: lets them shine. A poll. Don't you think they are
• 55:02
  Speaker 6: doin fine? All helping to make the show. We all
• 55:07
  Speaker 6: got passes to go and see and all there is
• 55:11
  Speaker 6: and all there's goin to be afoot an straw foot
• 55:15
  Speaker 6: left and right, and I'm usin my pass both day
• 55:19
  Speaker 6: and night. An she's good for the whole show. Hit
• 55:23
  Speaker 6: me right, and I'm nothin except the bowl. Yes, the
• 55:29
  Speaker 6: coarsest system of the lot. Now I imagine the chance
• 55:33
  Speaker 6: that Best has got. Sure, there ain't no metal stuck
• 55:37
  Speaker 6: on my Best. But I wouldn't change with the gild
• 55:40
  Speaker 6: edged best. And when it comes time to lie down
• 55:44
  Speaker 6: and rest well, I guess it will come right good.
• 55:50
  Speaker 6: But somehow or somehow to me, it seems that that
• 55:55
  Speaker 6: pass is good where they make the dreams save Maybe
• 55:59
  Speaker 6: we'll see it all over again. The wind in the
• 56:03
  Speaker 6: sun and the snow and the rain, and old friends
• 56:07
  Speaker 6: and places and sea and plane, and all of them understood.
• 56:14
  Speaker 6: I was punching them for the old t John I reckon.
• 56:18
  Speaker 6: I won't forget that night, or the bow, and me
• 56:21
  Speaker 6: by the fire alone with nothing but sand and sage insight.
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  Speaker 6: End of section twenty read by Carrie Adams your book
• 56:33
  Speaker 6: Boys at Mesa, Arizona on the twenty ninth of June
• 56:38
  Speaker 6: twenty twenty two.
• 56:45
  Speaker 4: The Patriot by Henry Herbert Nibs read pilbervonsta Torgue py
• 56:53
  Speaker 4: on Mapstone When the mouses are a popping from some
• 56:59
  Speaker 4: hazy bunch of brush, and our gatlins hustle up and
• 57:03
  Speaker 4: start to sneeze. When the colonel says it's too damn slow,
• 57:08
  Speaker 4: we'll tryump with a rush. Then who sings about the
• 57:12
  Speaker 4: flag that brave the breeze? Not a johnny in the
• 57:16
  Speaker 4: regiment says a word about the flag or sings verses
• 57:20
  Speaker 4: with a patriotic tone. A fella's either laying hot and
• 57:25
  Speaker 4: wilty to a rag, or he's running skirmish order all alone.
• 57:31
  Speaker 4: Whoever heard a fella sing my country tis of thee
• 57:35
  Speaker 4: when the sun was making fritters of the air there
• 57:38
  Speaker 4: ain't no time to think about the noble, brave and free.
• 57:43
  Speaker 4: When he's picking mouser bullets from his hair. He is working.
• 57:47
  Speaker 4: 'tis his business, and he's drawing crummy pay for his
• 57:51
  Speaker 4: belly ache and overtime and drink. But when you put
• 57:56
  Speaker 4: him on the gen he's there and there to stay
• 57:59
  Speaker 4: if fever doesn't put him on the blink. John Brady
• 58:04
  Speaker 4: was my bunkie, and he knew a thunderin pile of
• 58:08
  Speaker 4: them sentimental songs what ladies sing in theaters down near
• 58:13
  Speaker 4: Mott Street, where a guy can get a smile, or
• 58:16
  Speaker 4: the punk cigar the bleary waiters bring, where the proth
• 58:20
  Speaker 4: that thumps the keyboard takes a drink with every vet,
• 58:24
  Speaker 4: and when the boys are buying, there's few, and he
• 58:27
  Speaker 4: winks at some pink dolly what lays down her cigarette,
• 58:31
  Speaker 4: waddles on the stage and sings the boys in blue.
• 58:37
  Speaker 4: I have seen John Brady crying in a rummy music hall,
• 58:42
  Speaker 4: counter liquor and them songs, some is that way. And
• 58:46
  Speaker 4: I've seen that same old Johnny pin a spaniard to
• 58:49
  Speaker 4: a wall, slickin' easy like a fellow pitching hay while
• 58:54
  Speaker 4: the spaniard did the crying, But old Johnny only grinned
• 58:58
  Speaker 4: or cuss because the yellow days goes hand scraped a
• 59:01
  Speaker 4: few potato peelings off his beak and left its skin.
• 59:06
  Speaker 4: And what Johnny said was not my native land. The
• 59:11
  Speaker 4: song that Johnny favored when we hyped it down the road,
• 59:15
  Speaker 4: would not suit a deacon's meeting very well, but it
• 59:19
  Speaker 4: kept us all a jogging down the pike while Johnny crowed.
• 59:23
  Speaker 4: And when we catch em, won't we give'em?
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  Speaker 6: Hell?
• 59:27
  Speaker 4: One day a mouser bullet potted Johnny's slick and clean.
• 59:31
  Speaker 4: He doubled up. I helped to bring him in. He
• 59:35
  Speaker 4: did not send no dying love, but lit up his
• 59:38
  Speaker 4: dundean and says, Jimmy, send my pay to Maggie Flynn.
• 59:44
  Speaker 4: He never thought of glory, and he never said a
• 59:47
  Speaker 4: word like you hear some fellas spouting in a rhyme.
• 59:52
  Speaker 4: He just lay calm and cheerful. And the last thing
• 59:55
  Speaker 4: that I heard was, I guess, old pow, I'm through
• 59:59
  Speaker 4: with doing time. God knows, I'd got no license to
• 1:00:04
  Speaker 4: be writing down this stuff, but a fellow must say something.
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 4: Holy gee, he'd have done the job lots better than
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 4: I can. That's sure enough if he was setting here
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 4: instead of me and the poem. This recording is in
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 4: the public domain.
• 1:00:30
  Speaker 8: Section twenty two of Songs of the Outlands Ballads of
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 8: the Hoboes another verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. My Heart's desire. My
• 1:00:44
  Speaker 8: heart's desire is nothing great. Say just a little eight
• 1:00:49
  Speaker 8: by eight log cabin in the northern woods, where I
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 8: can wallow in my moods and wait around in solitudes
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 8: and rubber boots, free from excitement, noise and dudes. Yes,
• 1:01:02
  Speaker 8: that just suits my heart desires. Nothing much, a little
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 8: venison and such sweet trout as markets and air afford,
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 8: a little time to praise the Lord, my own peculiar
• 1:01:15
  Speaker 8: way for these simplicities that ever please and never pall
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 8: the mind. As in the birch and trees the thrushes
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 8: call my heart's desires. Nothing large, the open sky, the
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 8: river marge, the soundless woods, the empty shore, pine needles
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 8: on the parlor floor, and hazy, lazy hours of life
• 1:01:36
  Speaker 8: just breathing air. One couldn't ask much less, no strife,
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 8: peace everywhere. My heart's desire, the waterfalls, the rushes, where
• 1:01:49
  Speaker 8: the grackle calls the joy and negative delights, the melody
• 1:01:54
  Speaker 8: of summer nights. My wife's mild word a practical suggestion,
• 1:01:59
  Speaker 8: say you haven't washed your face today, but faintly heard
• 1:02:04
  Speaker 8: my heart's desire. Wel come to think it's all too
• 1:02:09
  Speaker 8: near lysium's brink for humankind. One's heart, you know, is
• 1:02:13
  Speaker 8: apt to change most anywhere one can arrange his peace
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 8: of mind. End of section twenty two.
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 6: Section twenty three of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
• 1:02:31
  Speaker 6: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Woodland Bird him
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 6: in the Forest Enchantment, where a hidden bird rejoices. There
• 1:02:49
  Speaker 6: I dream of her face fairer than love is fair,
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 6: And her voice was a song to me, sweetest of
• 1:02:58
  Speaker 6: earthly voices, A word she spake to my heart, and
• 1:03:03
  Speaker 6: it lingers forever there. And as the bird is glad
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 6: for the golden sun adorning the woven arch of shade
• 1:03:12
  Speaker 6: shot with a thousand gleams, so am I glad in
• 1:03:17
  Speaker 6: song for the memory of that morning, filled with a
• 1:03:21
  Speaker 6: dreamland melody sung by my girl of dreams. There did
• 1:03:27
  Speaker 6: I touch her hand with my lips in my homage
• 1:03:31
  Speaker 6: to her, speaking no faintest word, whispering nought and lo
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 6: the wind it sang for me a fairy song to
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 6: woo her, and her eyes grew deep with a mystery
• 1:03:45
  Speaker 6: that only the dreamers know. O little wind in the branches,
• 1:03:51
  Speaker 6: you may cast your arms around her, caressing her golden hair,
• 1:03:56
  Speaker 6: kissing her lips and eyes. You you may speak to
• 1:04:01
  Speaker 6: the silent lake, whispering that you found her fairer than
• 1:04:05
  Speaker 6: love is fair. As you play in the morning skies.
• 1:04:11
  Speaker 6: Someday in the leafy isles, this madrigal may greet her.
• 1:04:16
  Speaker 6: But patient my heart must wait, speaking no faintest word
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 6: until the long long night shall call me at least
• 1:04:26
  Speaker 6: to meet her and follow forever the forest waves and
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 6: the song of my woodland bird. End of section twenty three,
• 1:04:39
  Speaker 6: read by Carrie Adams your book Boys at Mesa, Arizona,
• 1:04:45
  Speaker 6: on the twenty ninth of June twenty twenty two.
• 1:04:54
  Speaker 7: Section number twenty four Songs the Outlands, Ballads of the Hoboes,
• 1:04:58
  Speaker 7: and other verse Henry Herbert Nibs. This LibriVox recording is
• 1:05:03
  Speaker 7: in the public domain. Nanette over a height of land,
• 1:05:08
  Speaker 7: the trail wanders down to an inland sea where never
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 7: a keel nor mirrored sail has ruffled its broad tranquility,
• 1:05:15
  Speaker 7: save a golden shadow that fires the blue. As I
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 7: drift across in my birch canoe on the long gray
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 7: sweep of the windless shore, the stately buck and the
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 7: slender dough pick their steps down the sandy floor to
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 7: the mouth of an indolent stream below, and stand thigh
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 7: deep in the silver tide, while the dawn sweat mists
• 1:05:35
  Speaker 7: up the mountain. Glide high on the flank of a
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 7: towering steep brave in the sun, my cabin stands, and
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 7: the sunbeams creep, and the shadows creep aslant through the
• 1:05:45
  Speaker 7: green of the timberlands on a log, the gray of
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 7: the lichened shines, and the somber dusk of the giant pines.
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 7: Often I hear, in the morning, hush, thin and far
• 1:05:56
  Speaker 7: through the cedar gloom, the song of the wistful hermit
• 1:05:59
  Speaker 7: thrush like a fairy heart on the shore of doom,
• 1:06:03
  Speaker 7: and the ghostly white of the birch tree seems as
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 7: a spirit lost in the veil of dreams. When evening,
• 1:06:09
  Speaker 7: star hung curtain falls o'er hill, and hollow o'er streep,
• 1:06:13
  Speaker 7: and late a wild loon calls, and another calls, and
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 7: the distant island echoes shake and sweet as the low
• 1:06:21
  Speaker 7: waves monotone as it floats, the mosses on log and
• 1:06:25
  Speaker 7: stone at night, when the silvered poplar leaves palpitate in
• 1:06:29
  Speaker 7: the summer moon, when the little owl in the alder greeves,
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 7: and the fox is hid in the farn of June.
• 1:06:35
  Speaker 7: I wait on the trail to my head and sea
• 1:06:38
  Speaker 7: for Nanette, my bell, to come to me. End to
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  Speaker 7: section twenty four read by Clarice.
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  Speaker 4: Section twenty five of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 4: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert Bibes. This
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Carcasson from the
• 1:07:08
  Speaker 4: French of Gustave Nadeau, of Year's three score. YEA, I
• 1:07:15
  Speaker 4: am old and naught, but toil has filled my days,
• 1:07:20
  Speaker 4: wherein my one desire off toll unsatisfied, still finds delays,
• 1:07:26
  Speaker 4: till it would seem that here on earth perfect good
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 4: fortune is not one. My vow has never come to birth,
• 1:07:36
  Speaker 4: for I have not seen Carcasson. One sees the distant
• 1:07:42
  Speaker 4: village high among the mountain peaks of blue. And would
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 4: I journey there, then I five leagues must pass to
• 1:07:51
  Speaker 4: come unto its gates, and five leagues home again. Ah.
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 4: Would the vintage once begun turn grapes to gold? But
• 1:08:02
  Speaker 4: that is vain, and I shall not see Carcasson. I hear.
• 1:08:08
  Speaker 4: One may see there each day a holiday, from morn
• 1:08:13
  Speaker 4: to night, the citizens in fine array of newest coats
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 4: and curtle's white. And one may there great castles view
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 4: as grand as those of Babylon, and general's a bishop too.
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 4: Perhaps I know not Carcasson. Oh, I the priest has
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 4: spoken truth a hundredfold. Indeed, for when he prayed, did
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 4: he not say forsooth ambition wrecks the souls of men? Yet?
• 1:08:47
  Speaker 4: Could I find ere life be spent two days when
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 4: harvests toil is done?
• 1:08:53
  Speaker 2: Ah?
• 1:08:54
  Speaker 4: God, but I should die content? Could I but then
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 4: see Carcasson? O? God, forgive, forgive I pray? If this
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 4: my prayer offendeth. Thee old age puts not all dreams
• 1:09:10
  Speaker 4: away e'en, though such dreams from childhood be My wife
• 1:09:15
  Speaker 4: and boy Annan hath been as far from home as
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 4: to Narbonne. My godson, Pepignon has seen, but I have
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 4: not seen Carcassan. Thus sang a peasant in limoge, bow'd
• 1:09:32
  Speaker 4: by the weight of many a day. I said to him, friend,
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 4: we will go at last and journey down that way.
• 1:09:41
  Speaker 4: Next morn found us upon the road, But ere one
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  Speaker 4: half our travel done. He's was the peasant of life's load.
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  Speaker 4: He never saw fair Carcasson. End of section twenty five
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  Speaker 4: read by alm Mapstone.
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  Speaker 1: Section twenty six of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 1: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by Peter
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  Speaker 1: Yearsley Romany Maide, Oh for the old days on Lombardy Highways,
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  Speaker 1: trailing past hedge hidden gardens of June, Where like a
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  Speaker 1: nightingale's plaint in the byeways, love charmed the light of
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  Speaker 1: the midsummer moon. There in the still night, lutes of
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  Speaker 1: the starlight, touched by the fingers of silence to sound
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  Speaker 1: drew magic cadence in silver green far light down from
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  Speaker 1: the stars to our romany ground, Oh for the old
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  Speaker 1: days on Lombardy Highways. Noon and the voice of its
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  Speaker 1: indolent tide night and the patter of rain on the
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  Speaker 1: byeways dawn and my romany girl at my side, Love
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  Speaker 1: how the old lays sung on the highways falter like
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  Speaker 1: desolate birds overflown gone is the charm of the midsummer
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  Speaker 1: byeways silent the song since I journey alone, end of
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  Speaker 1: section twenty six.
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  Speaker 4: Section twenty seven of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 4: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Voyageur flambeaux, le stang,
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  Speaker 4: du bois, la rue, little man, big man, river man,
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  Speaker 4: all Oh, the long batteaux and the like canoe swing
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  Speaker 4: her over and drop her through. Here the canoe man
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  Speaker 4: call flambeaux and l stang in the quick canoe lunge
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  Speaker 4: through a rollicking water fall in the long batteau du
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  Speaker 4: bois Laroux stand by gar and v make it too.
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  Speaker 4: Hear the batteau man call salou, and a dip of
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  Speaker 4: the flying craft that shakes herself in the snoring rips.
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  Speaker 4: Dubois he frowned, Laroux, he laughed, sacree, she go like
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  Speaker 4: one lambere raft as the Batteaux swings and dips flambeau,
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  Speaker 4: la stang dubi larou. Little men, big men, lean and strong, Oh,
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  Speaker 4: the slow Batteaux and the swift canoe, quick at the pole,
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  Speaker 4: and the paddle too sing as they drift along. Ma
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  Speaker 4: Belle Nanette sings bowl Flambeaux, while the eager paddles of
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  Speaker 4: dripping ash and the steady oars of the long batteaux
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  Speaker 4: keep time with the song. As the boatmen row and
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  Speaker 4: the trout in mid stream flash. A woodland village swings
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  Speaker 4: into view, a rasp of keels on the rocky beach.
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  Speaker 4: The long Batteaux and the light canoe glisten upturned in
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  Speaker 4: the evening dew, away from the river's reach. Du bois,
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  Speaker 4: la stang LaRue, Flambeau, river men short and river men tall,
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  Speaker 4: each with a chattering wife in tow into the light
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  Speaker 4: of their cabins. Go may see, And that is all.
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  Speaker 4: End of section twenty seven read by Alum Mapstone.
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  Speaker 6: Section twenty eight of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 6: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox recording is in the public domain, for the wind
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  Speaker 6: is never hushing, Oh mother, little mother, tis a weary
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  Speaker 6: way before me, and my heart is ever aching all
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  Speaker 6: the night. Oh the dawn brings, the wind that bends
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  Speaker 6: the willow brings the dread of waking o'er me, and
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  Speaker 6: the wind that bends the willow whispers gone gone gone,
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  Speaker 6: Oh mother, little mother, came that desolation o'er ye, like
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  Speaker 6: the black chill of the baron in the grip of
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  Speaker 6: winter dawn. When the love ye dreamed forever went the
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  Speaker 6: endless way before ye? Did ye crouch among the shadows, keening,
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  Speaker 6: gone gone gone, Oh Mother, little mother, Ye have trod
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  Speaker 6: the way before me. Still ye croon, and ye are
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  Speaker 6: smiling as ye peer across the dawn. But I shall
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  Speaker 6: never smile again, O mother, dear that bore me, for
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  Speaker 6: the wind is never hushing of its gone, gone gone.
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  Speaker 6: End of section twenty eight, read by Carrie Adams your
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  Speaker 6: book Boys at Mesa, Arizona, on the first of July
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  Speaker 6: twenty twenty two.
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  Speaker 1: Section twenty nine of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of
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  Speaker 1: the Hoboes and other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by Peter
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  Speaker 1: Yearsley where the ponies come to drink.
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  Speaker 6: Up.
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  Speaker 1: In northern Arizona, there's a ranger trail that passes through
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  Speaker 1: a mesa like a fairy lake, with pines upon its brink,
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  Speaker 1: and across the trail a stream runs all but hidden
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  Speaker 1: in the grasses till it finds an emerald hollow where
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  Speaker 1: the ponies come to drink out. They fling across the mesa,
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  Speaker 1: wind blown manes and forelocks, dancing blacks and sorrels, bays
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  Speaker 1: and pintos, wild as eagles, eyes agleam from their hoofs.
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  Speaker 1: The silver flashes, burning beads and arrows, glancing through the
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  Speaker 1: bunch grass and the grammar. As they cross the little
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  Speaker 1: stream down they swing, as if pretending in their orderly
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  Speaker 1: disorder that they stopped to hold a power, just to
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  Speaker 1: rally for the charge that will take them close to
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  Speaker 1: sunset twenty miles across the border. Then the leader sniffs
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  Speaker 1: and drinks with four feet planted on the marge. One
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  Speaker 1: by one, each head is lowered till some yearling nips another,
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  Speaker 1: and the playful interruption starts an eddy in the band, snorting, squealing, plunging,
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  Speaker 1: wheeling round the circle in a smother of the muddy spray,
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  Speaker 1: nor pause until they find the firmer land. My old
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  Speaker 1: cow horse. He runs with them, turned him loose for
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  Speaker 1: good last season. Eighteen years hard work, his record, and
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  Speaker 1: he's earned his little rest, and he is taking it
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  Speaker 1: by playing, acting proud and.
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  Speaker 11: With good reason.
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  Speaker 1: Though he's starched a little forward, he can fan it
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  Speaker 1: with the best. Once I called him, almost caught him
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  Speaker 1: when he heard my spur chains jingle. Then he eyed
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  Speaker 1: me some reproachful, as if making up his mind. Seemed
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  Speaker 1: to say, well, if I have to, but you know
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  Speaker 1: I'm living single. So I laughed in just a minute.
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  Speaker 1: He was pretty hard to find. Some folk wouldn't understand
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  Speaker 1: it writing lines about a pony. For a cow horse
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  Speaker 1: is a cow horse, nothing else, most people think. But
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  Speaker 1: for eighteen years your pardner, wise and faithful, such a
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  Speaker 1: crony seems worth watching for a spell. Down with the
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  Speaker 1: ponies come to drink. End of section twenty nine, end
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  Speaker 1: of Songs of the Outlands, Ballads of the Hoboes and
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  Speaker 1: other verse by Henry Herbert NIBBs