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The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv	A
And there befell the episode I now perpose to tell uv	A
'T wuz in the year uv sixty nine somewhere along in summer	B
There hove in sight one afternoon a new and curious comer	B
His name wuz Silas Pettibone a' artist by perfession	C
With a kit of tools and a big mustache and a pipe in his possession	C
He told us by our leave he 'd kind uv like to make some sketches	D
Uv the snowy peaks 'nd the foamin' crick 'nd the distant mountain	C
stretches	D
You're welkim sir sez we although this scenery dodge seemed to us	E
A waste uv time where scenery wuz already sooper floo us	E
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All through the summer Pettibone kep' busy at his sketchin'	C
At daybreak off for Eagle Pass and home at nightfall fetchin'	C
That everlastin' book uv his with spider lines all through it	F
Three Fingered Hoover used to say there warn't no meanin' to it	F
Gol durn a man sez he to him whose shif'less hand is sot at	G
A drawin' hills that's full uv quartz that's pinin' to be got at	G
Go on sez Pettibone go on if joshin' gratifies ye	H
But one uv these fine times I'll show ye sumthin' will surprise ye	H
The which remark led us to think although he didn't say it	F
That Pettibone wuz owin' us a gredge 'nd meant to pay it	F
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One evenin' as we sat around the Restauraw de Casey	H
A singin' songs 'nd tellin' yarns the which wuz sumwhat racy	H
In come that feller Pettibone 'nd sez With your permission	C
I'd like to put a picture I have made on exhibition	C
He sot the picture on the bar 'nd drew aside its curtain	C
Sayin' I reckon you'll allow as how that's art f'r certain	C
And then we looked with jaws agape but nary word wuz spoken	C
And f'r a likely spell the charm uv silence wuz unbroken	C
Till presently as in a dream remarked Three Fingered Hoover	B
Onless I am mistaken this is Pettibone's shef doover	B
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It wuz a face a human face a woman's fair 'nd tender	B
Sot gracefully upon a neck white as a swan's and slender	B
The hair wuz kind uv sunny 'nd the eyes wuz sort uv dreamy	H
The mouth wuz half a smilin' 'nd the cheeks wuz soft 'nd creamy	H
It seemed like she wuz lookin' off into the west out yonder	B
And seemed like while she looked we saw her eyes grow softer fonder	B
Like lookin' off into the west where mountain mists wuz fallin'	C
She saw the face she longed to see and heerd his voice a callin'	C
Hooray we cried a woman in the camp uv Blue Horizon	C
Step right up Colonel Pettibone 'nd nominate your pizen	C
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A curious situation one deservin' uv your pity	H
No human livin' female thing this side of Denver City	H
But jest a lot uv husky men that lived on sand 'nd bitters	I
Do you wonder that that woman's face consoled the lonesome critters	I
And not a one but what it served in some way to remind him	J
Of a mother or a sister or a sweetheart left behind him	J
And some looked back on happier days and saw the old time faces	D
And heerd the dear familiar sounds in old familiar places	D
A gracious touch of home Look here sez Hoover ever'body	H
Quit thinkin' 'nd perceed at oncet to name his favorite toddy	H
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It wuzn't long afore the news had spread the country over	B
And miners come a flockin' in like honey bees to clover	B
It kind uv did 'em good they said to feast their hungry eyes on	C
That picture uv Our Lady in the camp uv Blue Horizon	C
But one mean cuss from Nigger Crick passed criticisms on 'er	B
Leastwise we overheerd him call her Pettibone's madonner	B
The which we did not take to be respectful to a lady	H
So we hung him in a quiet spot that wuz cool 'nd dry 'nd shady	H
Which same might not have been good law but it wuz the right manoeuvre	B
To give the critics due respect for Pettibone's shef doover	B
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Gone is the camp yes years ago the Blue Horizon busted	H
And every mother's son uv us got up one day 'nd dusted	H
While Pettibone perceeded East with wealth in his possession	C
And went to Yurrup as I heerd to study his perfession	C
So like as not you'll find him now a paintin' heads 'nd faces	D
At Venus Billy Florence and the like I talyun places	D
But no sech face he'll paint again as at old Blue Horizon	C
For I'll allow no sweeter face no human soul sot eyes on	C
And when the critics talk so grand uv Paris 'nd the Loover	B
I say Oh but you orter seen the Pettibone shef doover	B

Eugene Field

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