Decatur County Journal-Iowa
Thursday, April 7, l92l
Bill Williams, a society man, of wild
and reckless mein,
Became disgusted with the town, and
said he would refrain
From any kind of pastime, or touch
the tempting bowl,
And keep aloof from all his "friends"
with whom he used to stroll.
The atmosphere of the city was punk
and full of smoke,
And from the lethargy and din, this
young man soon awoke,
And quickly making up his mind to
go to Texas, and surprise
His friends and class-mates, in the
He threw away his dress suit, donned
a traveling suit of gray;
Bought a ticket over the 'Frisco', and
quietly sped away
To the land of the long-horned cattle,
of prairie-dog and snake;
The land of the quick-hand gun man,
where rustlers ne'er awake.
The ranch was owned, where Bill got
work, by a one-armed man named Drew;
A person of questionable character,
but a cow man thru and thru.
A saddle of the very best he got,
with girth and apron wide;
Caught a sure-enough bucking bronch,
and said he'd take a ride.
Ride, did I say?From the very first
and stuck it like a leech;
This tenderfoot, society man, no one
had to teach.
So Bill and Blaze, the pony, began
That one without the other, was no
good to any man.
Now Bill was a full fledged cow puncher,
and made himself secure
In the esteem of Drew, and all the
boys, for he was no amateur.
He secured a pair of the finest guns,
that Colt had ever built;
A sombrero, a lariat, and a bowie
knife with a hilt.
He learned to throw the lariat, could
ride and shoot and hunt;
Could do almost anything the cow-boys
called a stunt.
Slept out on the range at night with
saddle under his head,
With the stars and the skies for a cover-lid,
and the cold, damp ground for his bed.
Awake at daylight in the morning,
gave Blaze an endearing caress,
The pony returning the greeting, by
neighing and pawing the grass.
He rode miles and miles in the saddle,
with no one to talk to save Blaze;
Watching on the prairies of Texas,
the thousands of cattle at graze.
Lonely man that he was, with his
pony at twilight and falling of dew
His thoughts reverted with pleasure, to
the cabin of Phineas Drew.
And the girl of his heart, for she waited
to welcome him home any day;
The time for the wedding approaching
and back to the city to stay.
Bill Williams had written few letters,
but got very busy of late,
And wrote of his love and devotion,
for his mother and sister, Kate.
He wrote of his sweet-heart in Texas,
the one he had learned to respect,
Of the lovely, adorable maiden, who's
person he longed to protect.
"We'll be home in due time, dearest mother,
then you can see me, before long;
That I, thru temptations and wanderings,
had not, like most cowboys, gone wrong.
I have always remembered the story
of the prodigal son and his home,
And I made up my mind, tho a cow-boy,
to do right wherever I roam.
Nellie and I have been maried since
a week ago yesterday,
And will start for the east on next Sunday,
if there is no further delay.
I am anxious to meet Kate and mother,
and have them meet little wife,
The dearest and happiest of women,
the one I have taken for life."
So on Sunday 'twas good bye to Texas;
they started for home on the train;
Bidding farewell to the people, some
they would ne'er see again.
But the saddest of all of the partings,
and lasting for days upon days,
Was the parting of Bill Williams, the cow-boy
and the old pony named Blaze.
By B.E. AKERS, Miami, Okla., formerly of Decatur.