Why,yes,me and the boys was bringing about two thousand head up to Abiline when we come on to this same pardner and another man walking the trail,with a little gal coming behind 'em on her pony.And it was this same gal.I reckon she was seven or eight year old,then.Well,sir,I just thought as I looked at her,that I never seen a prettier sight in this world and I reckon I ain't,for when I looked at the same gal the other day,the gun she was holding up to her eye sort of dazzled me so I couldn't take stock of all her good points.But seeing that little gal out there in the plains it was like hearing an old-fashioned hymn at the country meeting-house and knowing a big basket dinner was to follow.I can't express it more deep than that.We went into camp that evening,and all of us got pretty soft and mellow,what from the unusualness of the meeting,and we asked the old codger if we could all come over to his camp and shake hands with the gal--he'd drawed back from us about a mile,he was that skeered to be sociable.So after considerable haggling and jawing,he said we could,and here we come,just about sundown,all of us looking sheepish enough to be carved for mutton,but everlasting determined to take that gal by the paw.Well?said the young man who had often heard this story,but had never been treated to the sequel,what happened then,Mizzoo?You always stop at the same place.Didn't you shake hands with her?
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