Bought a bottle of ready-made nerve an' went to his own funeral.
Aristotle Smith was lookin' fer him up in Cheyenne last year.

Aristotle said he'd give a century fer five minutes' palaver with him, but he shied th' town an' didn't come back.

Yu know Aristotle, don't yu?
He's th' geezer that made fame up to Poison Knob three years ago.

He used to go to town ridin' astride a log on th' lumber flume.

Made four miles in six minutes with th' promise of a ruction when he stopped.