Question

john can build a fence around his yard in 4 days. if jasper helps him, the fence could be completed in just 2 and a half days. how long would jasper take to build the fence on his own?

Answer 1

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Answer 2

There's a lot about life as I've lived it, a lot about this and that,
I've been content by the wayside, when I might have been rolling in fat.
I've stirred up my chow in the jungle, 'long side an old water tank,
Done time in the stir house in Folsom, for blowing the poke in a bank.

That taught me a lot about shysters, lay off that bad breed when you fall.
A good yeggman now Bro is more honest, he lacks that bad traders rank gall.
Then up through the drifts to Alaska, where gold is the hard god of lust.
I was dead on the square but a hustling she bear, squandered my poke of its dust.

Then off for a cruise in the tropics, I got into some bad politics,
Was washed from the deck of a hurricane wreck, while running in guns for the sp__ks
Then back to the states on a freighter, that was smuggling Ch__ks and hop,
And I starts kickin' logs with the heathen, in the Nassau and New Orleans flops.

That place reeked the smell of a paradise hell, plumb rotten with vice ridden dirt,
But I shook off the yen in this sin crusted den, for the likes of a straight little skirt.
Then back to the old straight and narrow, with a job as cashier in a bank,
Four walls and a clean roof above me, a good little woman to thank.

When out of the past like a serpents head, with the fangs of a white livered rat,
A good pal that I trusted betrayed me, but I forgave the poor devil for that
That taught me a lot about silence, I'll never squeal on a pal that I know.
That cost me a year in Atlanta, the judge said I was shoving queer dough.



Ray writes: As I type these lines, tonight, I am not sure if I have the verses and stanzas in the right order. I haven't seen this poem in print. I learned it while following a herd of cows with a man named Wayne (Lopey) Heller. Lopey was a Dakota cowboy that served this country as a GI during World War Two. He was captured by the Germans and spent considerable time in the infamous Nazi prison camp. During the 1950s Lopey was the wagon boss on he ZX ranch that Sunny Hanwingspan wrote about. I'm not completely sure, but I think Lopy is the man that got the ZX buckaroos a bunkhouse to winter in. I didn't work there until 1955 but I was told that before Lopey's time they lived in tents year round. They considered it very posh to get to sleep two or three months under a hard roof and have a cook-house with a dinner table you could set a plate on instead of their setting it on their knees in the wagon tent. In those days they said the teats hung out of the back of the cow's bag from the calves suckling between the cows back legs as they moved
on up the trail. The ZX wagon used to be on the move from the middle of February until sometime in December. In December they would start right away to make up herds so that by the middle of Feb. they would be ready to throw a big herd together and head for the high desert. Lopey's crew went to the desert one year with 8500 head of dry cows. Now I don't know if you know how many cows eight thousand five hundred head of is but that is a bunch!! In the days of the big trail drives they didn't take bunches that big. They had to break them up into smaller bunches so they could get feed. Lopey was only an the trail about four to seven days so feed was not a problem. At the end of the drive these cattle would be dropped in great stands of bunch grass left over from the year before.











Crazychickensgril writes:

I remember many years ago hearing a really funny poem at a Cowboy Poet & Old time Fiddler's gathering. I can't remember which cowboy poet performed it, but I think it was called "A Cowboy's Prank" or something close to that. It was about some cowboys working some cows in the dead of winter. All were wearing insulated coveralls. One of them got a pain & had to go over behind the corral to do his business. A cowboy snuck up behind him just as he was finishing his job & with a shovel, took away the pile that he had deposited on the ground! He was convinced that it had dropped into his coveralls, causing him to completely disrobe. If you know the name of the author of this or the correct name for the poem, I would love to get a copy of it!

Sam sent a copy of the poem. He told us, "The author has always been unknown to me. A friend of mine, who is
Sioux Indian, gave it to me over ten years ago. He lives in Wolf Point Montana." It begins:

In the cowboy west all pranks are fair,
And some could only happen there.
This prank that I am about to share,
Is not so nice, but extremely rare.