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SHACKS, LIVE STOCK AND PILGRIMS PROMPTLY AND PAINFULLY REMOVED.
"I'm looking rather seedy now, while holding down my claim, And my grub it isn't always served the best, And the mice play shyly round me as I lay me down to rest In my little old sod shanty on my claim.
Oh, the hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass, And the roof it lets the howling blizzards in, And I hear the hungry kiote as he sneaks up through grass-- "Say! have they got down the hill yet, Pink;" Pink took his cigarette from his fingers, leaned and peered cautiously through the grimy window.
"Unh-huh.

They're coming up the flat." Whereupon Andy Green, ostentatiously washing his breakfast dishes, skipped two or three verses and lifted his voice in song to fit the occasion.
"How I wish that some kind-hearted girl would pity on me take, And relieve me of the mess that I am in! Oh, the angel, how I'd bless her if her home with me she'd make, In my little old sod shanty-- "Got her yet ?" And he craned his neck to look.

"Aw, they've pulled up, out there, listening!" "My clothes are plastered o'er with dough, I'm looking like a fright, And everything is scattered round the room--" "Why don't yuh stop that caterwauling ?" Pink demanded fretfully.

"You'll queer the whole play if you keep it up.