JAMES B. GILLETT, Page #0995
We culdn't tell you how it felt —
Fur it jist felt so good,
It culdn't be described to you
Jist like I wish'd it culd.
Alas ! them good ole days air gone —
Gone air them good ole times —
When "Windy Billy" call'd th' dance
In good ole-fashioned rhymes.
When dear ole "Uncle Jimmie" Jones
Sat with his trusty bow,
An' played upon his violin
Th' chunes which made us glow.
For both ole "Uncle Jimmie" Jones
An' "Windy Billy" Smith
Have drifted up th' Silent Trail,
A huntin' fur thair kith —
Which have been losted frum th' herd,
Upon th' range so wide;
But tha will find 'em I am sure,
Across th' Great Divide.
I look back on th' yesterday,
With pleasure an' with pride,
While calling up familiar names
With whom I used to ride,
In going to a country dance
With sum sweetheart o' mine,
When—Oh! such pleasant times we had
In days of "Auld Lang Syne."
Recently there appeared a book, Six Years With the Texas
Rangers, recounting the experiences of James B. Gillett, Ex-Sergeant of
Company A, Frontier Battalion, which should be in every Texas home. James B.