Nathan Howard Thorp
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Little Joe, the Wrangler
Little Joe, the wrangler, will never wrangle more;
His days with the 'remuda'—they are done.
'T was a year ago last April he joined the outfit here,
A little 'Texas stray' and all alone.
'T was long late in the evening he rode up to the herd
On a little old brown pony he called Chow;
With his brogan shoes and overalls a harder-looking kid
You never in your life had seen before.
His saddle 't was a southern kack built many years ago,
An O.K. spur on one foot idly hung,
While his 'hot roll' in a cotton sack was ...