Wildflowers and spent rocket fragments, Gila Mountains
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With a hearty laugh, Williams held out his hand. “Give us your hand ; you’re sharper by a d—d sight than I thought you was; you’ll do for the border; good morning!” and jumping into the saddle, he put spurs to his horse and rode away by the road he had come. We watched him as he rode off, and could not help laughing at the fellow’s cool impudence. After riding a short distance he turned, and, waving his hat, shouted: “Good-bye; bully for you! — you’ll do for the border.” I have given this scene in full, as an illustration of the character of a representative of one type of the frontiersman.