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The listener would naturally suppose that the cowboy was dead in his blanket that lovely May morning; but that idea had to be abandoned as the song went on, because the cowboy was very much alive in the succeeding verses, when Round the bar bummin' where bullets were hummin' He snuffed out the candle to show why he come!
"Mishtress Lee," began he, in wheedling, dulcet tones, "fwhat mornin' was that?" That lady, her capacious, matronly bosom heaving with emotion, eyed him suspiciously a moment. "Eh?" she snapped. "Why th' mornin' after th' night of racket between them two men at th' hotel. Th' feller come bummin' roun' th' back-door fur a hand-out all starved t' death just before I took th' train t' Calgary."
I've been hangin' around town a couple of months doin' odd jobs. Before that I was bummin' around the country workin' whenever I got a chance." "You felt grateful to Mr. Prale for giving you a job and a home, didn't you?" "Sure!" said Murk. "He talked to me decent, like I was a man instead of a dog." "Well, you don't seem to have much standing in the world," the captain said.
As the melodies succeeded each other without a sign of response from overhead, he groaned, and swore with vexation and anger. "Ye can be bummin' awa' wi' your chanter," he said as he stood listening in the kitchen.
"Go on, Joe," said the officer, as the man hesitated. "Right, sir; but now I might as well tell you how I did come to see it. I was bummin' around in Levuka lookin' for a ship, havin' just done four months' hard, when I meets a petty officer belonging to a gunboat, who asked me if I wanted a week's job.
"For the past five minutes A've been listenin' to the gay music of their tractors, bummin' like the mill hooter on a foggy morn there they are!" High in the dark heavens a tiny speck of red light glowed, lingered a moment and vanished. Then another, then a green that faded to white. "Thank the Lord!" breathed Blackie. "Light up!" "There's time," said Tam, "yon 'buses are fifteen thoosand up."
W'en de nashuns er de earf is a stan'in all aroun, Who's a gwineter be choosen fer ter w'ar de glory-crown? Who's a gwine fer ter stan' stiff-kneed en bol'. En answer to der name at de callin' er de roll? You better come now ef you comin' Ole Satun is loose en a bummin' De wheels er distruckshun is a hummin' Oh, come long, sinner, ef you comin'!
Ye'd be a ridin' delegate if ye could; but there's one thing ye'll niver be, an' that's a workin' delegate, as long as ye kin find fools to pay ye wages fer bummin' round day 'n' night. If I had me way, ye would walk, but it would be on yer uppers, wid yer bare feet to the road."
Lemme go Dicky; me'n yer daddy war pards. Lemme go. Yer paw an' me won't bother ye no more Dicky; he can't; he's dead." "Dead!" Dick released his grasp and the other sprang to a safe distance. "Dead!" He gazed at the quaking wretch before him in amazement. The tramp nodded sullenly, feeling at his throat. "Yep, dead," he said hoarsely. "Me an' him war bummin' a freight out o' St.
Just got into town this minute." "Should think you would feel restless. I been feeling thataway all day " "I'm thinkin' of leavin' town" continued the Jelly-bean, absorbed by his own thoughts. "Been thinkin' of goin' up on the farm, and takin' a little that work off Uncle Dun. Reckin I been bummin' too long."
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