Arthur Chapman Biography

Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little longer,
That’s where the West begins;
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Out among the big things —
The mountains and the plains —
An hour ain’t important,
Nor are the hour’s gains;
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Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
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There’s a new grace up on Boot Hill, where we’ve planted Rowdy Pete;
He died one evenin’, sudden, with his leather on his feet;
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I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,
And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how I feel;
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