Originally Posted by issodhos
Originally Posted by loganrbt
Give it up, Scout. Iss wouldn't admit to the stench from his toilet after a week of living on chili.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
-- Stephan Crane

This great literature deserves better than the context in which it was placed.

But that post brings to mind another verse, this one made popular by Frankie Laine:

Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep those doggies rollin'
Raw hide!

What few understood at the time is that it's a commentary not on the cattle drive but on the toilet habits of cowboys on a long drive.

Always rollin' down hill . . .


"The white men were as thick and numerous and aimless as grasshoppers, moving always in a hurry but never seeming to get to whatever place it was they were going to." Dee Brown