SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
"When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane
And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays,
Richer and statelier then you'll reign,
Mother of men whom the world will praise.
And your sons will love you and sigh for you,
Labor and battle and die for you,
But never the fondest will understand
The way we have loved you, young, young land."
SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
BY BADGER CLARK
Illustrations from Photographs by
L. A. HUFFMAN
THIRD EDITION
BOSTON
RICHARD G. BADGER
THE GORHAM PRESS
Copyright, 1915, 1917 and 1919 by Badger Clark
All Rights Reserved
MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
TO MY FATHER,
who, in his long life, has seldom been
conscious of a man's rough exterior, or
unconscious of his obscurest virtue.
PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION
Cowboys are the sternest critics of those who would represent the West.No hypocrisy, no bluff, no pose can evade them.
Yet cowboys have made Badger Clark's songs their own. So readily havethey circulated that often the man who sings the song could not tellyou where it started. Many of the poems have become folk son