And callin' Collins, bring 'em in An overbrimmin' cup.

D'ye reckon that is why they

Are tearin' down The Slope. Like rippin' into Sidney,

Or down on Antelope. D'ye reckon there's a Camp Clarke,

A Hartville or Cheyenne, A waitin' for us yonder where

The other boys have gone.

Is Jim Moore there a playin'

A game of solitaire, Or is he ridin' "the Express,"

And fannin' through the air? For many a long gone year he's been

A waitin' for The Run He knew was sure a comin' when

The Stampede was begun.

We'll meet with old Count Creighton,

He'll be there without fail, And we'll find Billy Paxton,

A freightin' up The Trail. I feel like tightening the cinch,

To quit the sorry grange, And join one of the outfits

Headed for the Other Range.

I wonder if the fordin's good? If not, I'll have to fix

With H. T. Clarke, and cross his toll- Bridge o'er the River Styx.

Dear old Dad White will be there A holdin' out his hand,

To take the final tribute,

E're we reach the Promised Land.

CHEYENNE COUNTY

Nothing in history exceeds in romantic interest the discovery and settlement of the New World, of which Nebraska and Cheyenne county are a part. The history of Nebraska begins with the Spanish Invasion of Mexico, and settlements at Santa Fe and Taos. Then later with the voyage of La Salle when he took New France, now Canada, and the region of the Great Lakes and the territory of Louisiana, in the name of Louis the Great, King of France. Spain followed by France thus became the first owners of the territory now comprised in Nebraska ; in 1763, Louisiana Territory was* ceded back to Spain, and what is now Cheyenne county, though unmarked and unnamed was in this territory.