|Montana Wolf, 100 pounds, 1920s|
A battered skillet with handle long,
A bunch of traps with the swivels strong,
The genuine old Newhouse make,
As for the "drag" I wouldn't take.
A marble axe with folding pick,
It stands the racket and falls to nick,
A writing tablet of paper tuff,
I find for covering is just the stuff.
Your matches roll in a Towers fish brand,
They have never wet and never can,
As for grub and what 'twill be,
You will have to read the H-T-T.
The best anchor's the Picket Pin,
It's held 'em afore, it will again,
Cayuses three and saddles the same,
Two built on a sawhorse frame,
The other with "F. Meaney's" name.
Scabbards and hobbles, tarps and rope,
We're about ready to hit a lope,
With a lay like this and your 303,
And your subscription paid to the H-T-T.
And shells galore of the Red W make,
I reckon we'll manage to make a stake.
-Hamilton, the Hunter, Montana
* Taken from the February, 1909 edition of the Hunter Trader Trapper Magazine.