English poem
Yuba Bill
by Bret Harte
Thar woz a snipe--like you, a fancy tourist-- Kem to that ranch ez if to make a stay, Ran off the gal, and ruined jist the purist Critter that lived--
STRANGER (quietly)
You're a liar, driver!
YUBA BILL (reaching for his revolver).
Eh! Here take my lines, somebody--