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THE TEXAS COWBOY AND THE MEXICAN GREASER

 

    I THINK we can all remember when a Greaser hadn't no show

    In Palo Pinto particular,--it ain't very long ago;

    A powerful feelin' of hatred ag'in the whole Greaser race

    That murdered bold Crockett and Bowie pervaded all in the place.

    Why, the boys would draw on a Greaser as quick as they would on a

        steer;

    They was shot down without warnin' often, in the memory of many here.

    One day the bark of pistols was heard ringin' out in the air,

    And a Greaser, chased by some ranchmen, tore round here into the

        square.

    I don't know what he's committed,--'tain't likely anyone knew,--

    But I wouldn't bet a check on the issue; if you knew the gang, neither

        would you.

    Breathless and bleeding, the Greaser fell down by the side of the

        wall;

    And a man sprang out before him,--a man both strong and tall,--

    By his clothes I should say a cowboy,--a stranger in town, I think,--

    With his pistol he waved back the gang, who was wild with rage and

        drink.

    "I warn ye, get back!" he said, "or I'll blow your heads in two!

    A dozen on one poor creature, and him wounded and bleeding, too!"

    The gang stood back for a minute; then up spoke Poker Bill:

    "Young man, yer a stranger, I reckon. We don't wish yer any ill;

    But come out of the range of the Greaser, or, as sure as I live,

        you'll croak;"

    And he drew a bead on the stranger. I'll tell yer it wa'n't no joke.

    But the stranger moven' no muscle as he looked in the bore of Bill's

        gun;

    He hadn't no thought to stir, sir; he hadn't no thought to run;

    But he spoke out cool and quiet, "I might live for a thousand year

    And not die at last so nobly as defendin' this Greaser here;

    For he's wounded, now, and helpless, and hasn't had no fair show;

    And the first of ye boys that strikes him, I'll lay that first one

        low."

    The gang respected the stranger that for another was willing to die;

    They respected the look of daring they saw in that cold, blue eye.

    They saw before them a hero that was glad in the right to fall;

    And he was a Texas cowboy,--never heard of Rome at all.

    Don't tell me of yer Romans, or yer bridge bein' held by three;

    True manhood's the same in Texas as it was in Rome, d'ye see?

    Did the Greaser escape? Why certain. I saw the hull crowd over thar

    At the ranch of Bill Simmons, the gopher, with their glasses over the

        bar.

                    _From recitation. Anonymous._