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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tugg Martin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tugg Martin's tough.--No doubt o' that!<br>And down there at<br>The town he come from word's bin sent<br>Advisin' this-here Settle-ment<br>To kindo' _humor_ Tugg, and not<br>To git him hot--<br>Jest pass his imperfections by,<br>And he's as good as pie!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They claim he's _wanted_ back there.--Yit<br>The officers they mostly quit<br>_Insistin'_ when<br>They notice Tugg's so _back'ard_, and<br>Sorto' gives 'em to understand<br>He druther not!--A Deputy<br>(The slickest one you ever see!)<br>Tackled him _last_--'disguisin' then,'<br>As Tugg says, 'as a gentlemen!'--<br>You 'd ort o' hear _Tugg_ tell it!--_My_!<br>I thought I'd _die_!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The way it wuz;--Tugg and the rest<br>The boys wuz jest<br>A-kindo' gittin' thawed out, down<br>At 'Guss's Place,' fur-end o' town,<br>One night, when, first we knowed,<br>Some feller rode<br>Up in a buggy at the door,<br>And hollered fer some one to come<br>And fetch him some<br>Red-licker out--And whirped and swore<br>That colt he drove wuz '_Thompson's_' shore!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>IV.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Guss went out, and come in agin<br>And filled a pint and tuck it out--<br>Stayed quite a spell--then peeked back in,<br>Half-hid-like where the light wuz dim,<br>And jieuked his head<br>At Tugg and said,--<br>'Come out a minute--here's a gent<br>Wants you to take a drink with him.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>V.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well--Tugg laid down his cards and went--<br>In fact, _we all_<br>Got up, you know,<br>_Startin'_ to go--<br>When in reels Guss aginst the wall,<br>As white as snow,<br>Gaspin',--'_He's tuck Tugg!--wher's my gun_?'<br>And-sir, outside we heerd<br>The hoss snort and kick up his heels<br>Like he wuz skeerd,<br>And then the buggy-wheels<br>Scrape--and then Tugg's voice hollerun',--<br>'I'm bested!--Good-bye, fellers!' . . . 'Peared<br>S' all-fired suddent,<br>Nobody couldn't<br>Jest git it fixed,--tel hoss and man,<br>Buggy and Tugg, off through the dark<br>Went like the devil beatin' tan-<br>Bark!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VI.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What _could_ we do? . . . We filed back to<br>The bar: And Guss jest _looked_ at us,<br>And we looked back 'The same as you,'<br>Still sayin' nothin'--And the sap<br>It stood in every eye,<br>And every hat and cap<br>Went off, as we teched glasses solemnly,<br>And Guss says-he:<br>'Ef it's 'good-bye' with Tugg, fer _shore_,--I say<br>God bless him!--Er ef they<br>Aint railly no _need_ to pray,<br>I'm not reniggin!--board's the play,<br>And here's God bless him, anyway!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It must a-bin an hour er so<br>We all set there,<br>Talkin o' pore<br>Old Tugg, you know,<br>'At never, wuz ketched up before--<br>When--all slow-like--the door-<br>Knob turned--and Tugg come shamblin' in,<br>Hand-cuffed'--'at's what he wuz, I swear!--<br>Yit smilin,' like he hadn't bin<br>Away at all! And when we ast him where<br>The _Deputy_ wuz at,--'I don't know where,' Tugg said,--<br>'All _I_ know is--he's dead.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>