Don't mind them; they're damn fools.
Harry Egerton.
You understand
What I have tried to say unto these men;
You understand, I know.
Harvey Anderson.
I think I do.
Harry Egerton.
And something tells me we shall meet again.
Harvey Anderson.
Who knows? I'm tramping round, to-day one place,
To-morrow another. I'm a rolling stone.
I never have been one to keep the trails.
Just knock about the States and watch the plains
For something—I don't know—and yet 'twill come,
And when she comes she'll shake her good and hard.
I don't know what you're rolling in your mind,
But, as you say, it's a great land we've got.
I like to lie and feel her under my back
And know she tumbles to the double seas
Up to her hips in mile on mile of wheat.
Beyond that moon are cities packed with men
That overflow. The fields are filling up.
They're climbing up the mountains of the West——
Harry Egerton.