They had that night at Jackson's ranch down on the Owyhee. _Anonymous._ AT A COWBOY DANCE GIT yo' little sagehens ready; Trot 'em out upon the floor-- Line up there, you critters! Steady! Lively, now! One couple more. Shorty, shed that ol' sombrero; Broncho, douse that cigaret; Stop yer cussin', Casimero, 'Fore the ladies. Now, all set: S'lute yer ladies, all together; Ladies opposite the same; Hit the lumber with yer leather; Balance all an' swing yer dame; Bunch the heifers in the middle; Circle stags an' do-ce-do; Keep a-steppin' to the fiddle; Swing 'em 'round an' off you go. First four forward. Back to places. Second foller. Shuffle back-- Now you've got it down to cases-- Swing 'em till their trotters crack. Gents all right a-heel an' toein'; Swing 'em--kiss 'em if yo' kin-- On to next an' keep a-goin' Till yo' hit yer pards agin. Gents to center. Ladies 'round 'em; Form a basket; balance all; Swing yer sweets to where yo' found 'em; All p'mnade around the hall. Balance to yer pards an' trot 'em 'Round the circle double quick; Grab an' squeeze 'em while you've got 'em-- Hold 'em to it if they kick. Ladies, left hand to yer sonnies; Alaman; grand right an' left; Balance all an' swing yer honies-- Pick 'em up an' feel their heft. All p'mnade like skeery cattle; Balance all an' swing yer sweets; Shake yer spurs an' make 'em rattle-- Keno! Promenade to seats. _James Barton Adams._ THE COWBOYS' BALL _YIP! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle_; You an' take yo'r pardner there, standin' by the wall! _Say "How!" make a bow, and sashay down the middle_; Shake yo'r leg lively at the Cowboys' Ball. Big feet, little feet, all the feet a-clickin'; Everybody happy an' the goose a-hangin' high; Lope, trot, hit the spot, like a colt a-kickin'; Keep a-stompin' leather while you got one eye. Yah! Hoo! Larry! would you watch his wings a-floppin' Jumpin' like a chicken that's a-lookin' for its head; Hi! Yip! Never slip, and never think of stoppin', Just keep yo'r feet a-movin' till we all drop dead! High heels, low heels, moccasins and slippers; Real old rally round the dipper and the keg! Uncle Ed's gettin' red--had too many dippers; Better get him hobbled or he'll break his leg! _Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle_; Pass him up another for his arm is gettin' slow. _Bow down! right in town--and sashay down the middle_; Got to keep a-movin' for to see the show! Yes, mam! Warm, mam? Want to rest a minute? Like to get a breath of air lookin' at the stars? All right! Fine night--Dance? There's nothin' in it! That's my pony there, peekin' through the bars.