III
(As Mr. Francis Bret Harte might have woven it into a touching tale of a western gentleman in a red shirt)
Brown o' San Juan,
Stranger, I'm Brown.
Come up this mornin' from 'Frisco—
Be'n a-saltin' my specie-stacks down.
Be'n a-knockin' around,
Fer a man from San Juan,
Putty consid'able frequent—