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Es sound he slept on the skirt of the herd, Dreamin' his dreams of the sweet blue grass On the plains below; an' afore it touched The other wall of "Old Spookses' Pass" The herd wus up!--not one at a time, _Thet_ ain't the style in a midnight run,-- They wus up an' off like es all thair minds Wus roll'd in the hide of only one!