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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

Here I was, with the intention of having a real good old Yavapai drunk, a howlingly boisterous time, when I happens to remember my little woman in the tea house up on the hill.
“'What in the great horn spoon are you going to do with her, Bill?' I asked myself. But being a heap better at questions than answers, gets no reply.
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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

There is things in this world sobers a fellow mighty quick, even if he's loaded to the lips with saki. All in a minute it comes to me.
“'Bill,' I says to myself, while it was so still only a robin out in the plum tree chirped away in sympathy with the sobbing little girl, 'Bill, you're a dirty dog. There ain't a decent breath in your body, nor a clean wrinkle in your skull.
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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

She ain't got no coin, and no ranch on which to roll her blankets.'
“And about that time I began to get them queer lumps in my throat at the thought of leaving her.
“'Why not?' says I, after cogitating. 'She's yours, she's the only good girl you've ever known, and a heap too pretty to wear your brand; but you can't take her with you.' And then it came swamping over me how lonesome I was.
“'No, Bill,' I thought, 'she'd be as lonesome for Japan and its queer tribe as you are for the range and yellow hills, but she's helpless, so here you've got to stick.
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