Adventure Magazine Cover — page 177: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

176 Adventure So we planted him there in the forest, And we know it’s a howlin’ shame, But we can’t put a thing on his lonely grave, ~ Cause there’s none of us knows his name, Nor a thing of his friends or relations, Or the country from where he came. And the ie ee bob-tailed burro Hung around with a mournful air, While we finished our work, but when all was done Still the donk wouldn’t budge a hair; So at last we unbuckled his trappin’s And we left him a-standin’ there Well, it’s maybe six years or longer When I happen to pass the spot, And I give a look and my hat comes off And I’m all choked up and hot, For the grave has at last a marker Of a kind that ain’t made or bought. Yes, it’s only a bony old carcass, And I’m maybe a danged old fool, But to me there was never a tombstone That was builded by hand or tool, ; a That could half compare with the bleached-out bones ~ Of that bob-tailed burro-mule. And I think I could go plumb peaceful ge And be happy and satisfied With a stone that meant half as much as them bones By the grave on the mountain-side — ee | Where a one-eyed man was murdered 43 And a bob-tailed burro died. ae comicbooks.com