The Boy Ranchers Among the Indians; Or, Trailing the Yaquis

Produced by Al Haines
Trailing The Yaquis
Author of The Boy Ranchers, The Boy Ranchers In Camp, The Boy Ranchers on The Trail, etc.
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
High and clear the sweet, western wind brought over the rolling hills the sound of singing. At least it was singing of a sort, for there was a certain swing and rhythm accompanying the words. As the melody floated toward them, three young cowboys, seated at ease in their saddles, looked up and in the direction of the singer.
Thus the song.
Oh, bury me out on th' lonesome prairie! Put a stone under my haid! Cover me up with a rope an' a saddle! 'Cause why? My true-love is daid
It is impossible in cold print to indicate the mournful and long-drawn-out accent on the word dead, to rhyme with head.
Here comes Slim! exclaimed one of the youthful cow punchers to his companions.
As if we didn't know that, Dick! laughed the slighter of two lads who, from their close resemblance, could be nothing less than brothers.
His voice doesn't improve with age; does it, Nort? asked Bud Merkel, smiling at his cousins, Norton and Richard Shannon.