The cottonwood leaves were dropping yellow, just as they be now, for it were fall, and some things in nature are about the same one year as another; but the country has changed so much, that when I get to thinking of them days, and look ’round and see the valley a-settled up and the wire fences a-winding across the hills, I get mighty lonesome, and likely enough wish I’d wake up on my old blankets and find it a dream, and see once more the buffalo a-feeding on the hillside, and the beaver a-working at their dams.

“What are you doing that for?” “Why, little girl, I’m advertising ice cream.” “That’s not the way to do it—just walking ’round and ’round.”

Morning might never come 'round these parts / Sun never gonna come up

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