After I'd get my horses hobbled out and get my bed made down, I'd set her up on the front seat and turn her loose.

Coyotes--you'd ought to heard 'em! When you wind her up plumb tight and turn the horn the right direction, you can hear her about a mile." "That," said Dan Anderson, "must have been a gladsome journey." "For sure," said Tom Osby.

"Look at the reecords--whole box of 'em.
Some of the stylishest singers in the business are in here.

Some of 'em's Dago, I reckon.

Here's one, 'Ah, no Ginger.'" "That, probably," said Dan Anderson, "is 'Ah, non Giunge.' Yes, it's Dago, but not bad for a lady with a four-story voice." "Here's another," said Tom; "'Down Mobile.'" "I know that one," said Curly.
"Let me see it," said the impresario in charge.