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What he Overseer Told Me.
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God knows what remarkable notions he had in the Deity line
But I've seen wiser men pay devotions to goddesses far less divine.

Ah, beautiful star-eyed Marquita! she seemed like a flower among weeds,
Rough breezes blew gently to greet her, rough hearts stirred to chivalrous deeds;
And wherever she rode on the station—she sat her horse, too, like a queen—
You might reckon without hesitation Billy was there to be seen,
For some magic that lay in her laughter, some spell of her voice or her face,
Bewitched the boy, drawing him after to follow her over the place,
But, to cut the tale short, after staying a few weeks they left us again
And after some little delaying we started to drive to the train.
I thought I had better take Billy to help with the horses and that,
For the track was a rough one, and hilly, and we had to camp out on the flat.