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SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
"When the last free trail is a prim, fenced lane And our graves grow weeds through forgetful Mays, Richer and statelier then you'll reign, Mother of men whom the world will praise. And your sons will love you and sigh for you, Labor and battle and die for you, But never the fondest will understand The way we have loved you, young, young land."
SUN AND SADDLE LEATHER
BY BADGER CLARK
Illustrations from Photographs by L. A. HUFFMAN
THIRD EDITION
BOSTON RICHARD G. BADGER THE GORHAM PRESS
Copyright, 1915, 1917 and 1919 by Badger Clark
All Rights Reserved
MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
TO MY FATHER, who, in his long life, has seldom been conscious of a man's rough exterior, or unconscious of his obscurest virtue.