Fellow delegates, like all of you I've listened in awe and admiration to the magnificent oratory of the honorable Major Cassius St...arbuckle, the cattlemen's mouthpiece, the lowing herds. But seriously, under the spell of his eloquence I could see once again the vast herd of buffalo and savage redskin roaming our beautiful territory with no law to trample them except the law of survival, the law of the tomahawk and the bow and arrow. But then with the westward march of our nation came the pioneer and the buffalo hunter, the adventurous and the bold. And the boldest of these were the cattlemen who seized the wide-open range for their own personal domain, and their law was the law of the hired gun. Now, now today have come the railroads and the people, hard- working citizens, the homesteader, the shopkeeper, the builder of cities. We need roads to join those cities, dams to store up the waters of the Picket Wire, and we need statehood to protect the rights of every man and woman, however humble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
George Shears ... was hanged in a barn near the store. The rope was thrown over a beam, and he was asked to walk up a ladder to sa...ve the trouble of preparing a drop for him. "Gentlemen," he said, "I am not used to this business. Shall I jump off or slide off?" He was told to jump.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I came of age I did not know much. Still somehow, I could read, write, and cipher to the Rule of Three.... The little advance... I now have upon this store of education, I have picked up from time to time under the pressure of necessity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For many are the trees of God that grow In Paradise, and various, yet unknown... To us; in such abundance lies our choice As leaves a greater store of fruit untouched, Still hanging incorruptible, till men Grow up to their provision, and more hands Help to disburden Nature of her bearth."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white to make up my delight,... no odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of Love, for her I Court I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.