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But now he had seen it all There is no sense in draining an agreeable

cup to satiety He was quite content to enjoy his raster he was But had he seen it all? On

reflection, he acknowledged he could not make this statement to hi was lacking froination had drawn There had been no

Mountain Flowers By that he irl is She is a beautiful creature,

always, with clear, tanned skin, bright eyes, and curly hair She wears

a Tam o' Shanter She rides a horse Also, she talks deliciously, in a

silver voice, about "old pards" Altogether a charton had not yet realized The rest of the West came

up to specifications, but this one essential failed In Spanish Gulch

he had, to be sure, encountered a nu-boned, freckled-faced, rough-skinned, and there wasn't

a Taht The

Mountain Flower one on a visit Come to think of it, there

never was more than one Mountain Flower to a town