SONG--"FADED LOVE"

AMBIEN'S HITCHIN POST

"The Touch of the Masters Hand"

By. . . . . Myra Brooks Welch

T'was battered and scarred and the auctioneer, Thought it scarcely worth his while. To waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good folks " he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" " A dollar then,, "Two!" Only two? two dollars, and who'll make it three?
"Three dollars, once Three dollars twice, going for three, But no. From the room far back, a grey haired man, came forward and picked up the bow.
Then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings. He played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quite low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" and held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? two thousand! and who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice, and going and gone" said he.
The people cheered but some of them cried, we do not quite understand, What changed it's worth?, Swift came the reply, "The Touch of the Masters Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin. Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage a glass of wine, a game " And he travels on. He is "going" and almost gone."
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd, never can quite understand. The worth of a soul and the changes that wrought, by "The Touch of the Masters Hand."

HORSETRADER

By . . . Mick Dundom

Collinsville, Oklahoma

I remember a tough little cowboy came riding thru here one day. He looked like a real good hand to me, he was riding a little bay.
His little horse was pretty lame, he'd picked up a stone. The cowboy said, "I'd like to trade for one to get me home."
He said, "I'm fifty miles, from where I need to be." "If you've got one you'd like to trade, you'd sure be helpin' me."
Well I was almost out of horses, 'cept for one ol' ap'. And I just kind'a hated, to set this kid a trap.
So I just up and told him, "This horse is rank and tough". "It'll take a lot to ride him, and you might not have enough."
"Cause this ol' horse can jump as high, as you can throw yer hat." "And he'll turn you so many ways, you'll not know where yer at."
"Now he don't give any warnin', and he don't give any slack." "All he knows is he don't like, nobody on his back!"
" Too many hands have tried him, that's how I came to know." "I think you aughta pass him up, he sure can rodeo!"

"But if feelin' salty, or just want to try yer luck." "You can take a shot at him, but this ol' horse can buck!
Well I sure do need to get on home," The cowboy then replied. "And this ol horse could get me there, if I could steal a ride."
Well we made the trade and I was fair, I booted with a ten. I knew he couldn't ride that horse, not even in the pen.

Well he roped that horse around the neck, and snubbed him to the post. I could see this cowboy had some guts; a whole lot more than most.
He used his jacket for a blind, then went to get his saddle, This ol' horse was roman'ed nosed, you sure could hear him rattle.
Soon he had him saddled up, and set his hackamore. I could see by every move he made, that he' been there before.
He untied that horse real easy, stepped on and jerked the blind. While he caught the off side stirrup, and he did that just in time.
'Cause that ol' horse exploded, went way up in the air! And an ordinary cowboy, would'a been left a sittin' there!
You talk about a bronc ride, now I was seeing one! You talk about a cowboy; this kid was being one!

I've seen some rough ol' buckin stock, and many a salty hand. But that pair there topped them all, Since cowboy life began.
When the kid told me to throw the gate, I thought I heard him wrong. I was maybe going crazy, or I'd been in the sun too long.
But I threw it back just like he said, I threw it open wide. And never in my cowboy life had I witnessed such a ride.
Out across that sagebrush flat that crazy pair did go. They was headin' for the badlands, to where I'll never know.
But just before he topped that ridge, he hollered back to say. If you think this ol' horse is tough, don't ever try that bay!

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