Whose Gravestone?

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Capt... me and the magic writin' box have issues time to time

Mebby your clicker needs ta be showed whose boss.

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Ran across an old photo of this one, but haven't been able to determine if real or made up.

TEXAS JOE HOAG
1846     +    1889

    "LAWMAN"

When he shot a
  man he always
hollered  "BINGO"!

     Pore Joe

He never uttered
a peep when he
faced Johnnie Ringo

   So long Joe

[litl rooster]

Capt... me and the magic writin' box have issues time to time

Mebby your clicker needs ta be showed whose boss.

That's what the shoein' hammer is for

Ran across an old photo of this one, but haven't been able to determine if real or made up.

TEXAS JOE HOAG
1846     +    1889

    "LAWMAN"

When he shot a
  man he always
hollered  "BINGO"!

     Pore Joe

He never uttered
a peep when he
faced Johnnie Ringo

   So long Joe

Yes I wonder how many of them have been redone for the sake of Tourism? Still fun to reserch, I don't pass ops to walk thru old cemetaries

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

I know that litl roosters are 'posed to git up early, but just when do you sleep?

[litl rooster]

 I don't

[litl rooster]

I see while I was at work Wrangler Rich is hittin steel in BootHill


Still can't find my note....Try this one, the marker reads__?__  was stabbed by Gold Digger

Just to bring this one back up

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

I see while I was at work Wrangler Rich is hittin steel in BootHill


Still can't find my note....Try this one, the marker reads__?__  was stabbed by Gold Digger

Just to bring this one back up

How 'bout a hint?  Was the Gold Digger a miner, or a conniving female?   Haven't been able to run this one down.

[litl rooster]

Capt.
  The victim may have been a connivin' woman or soiled dove......found this one at... www.clantongang.com   Tombstones Boothill

[litl rooster]

the marker for this one reads Marqurite, Stabbed  by Gold Digger

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Dang it, litl rooster, you're just tryin' to make it difficult, aren't you .  It is supposed to be Margarita, stabbed by Gold Dollar 

"Another marker up there reads: 'Margarita, STABBED BY GOLD DOLLAR.. The latter was the business name of a prostitute known as Little Gertie, the Gold Dollar,  who was blonde, pretty, petite, and particularly fond of pretty coins. She was living with a dance hall cowboy named Billy Milgreen. Another prostitute, dark-eyed, sultry Margarita, tried to cut in on Billy, and succeeded in taking him away from Gold Dollar. Little Gertie kicked up a fuss about losing her man, and Margarita turned nasty. Gold Dollar slid a hand under her skirt and came out with a wicked-looking knife that she planted just below Margarita's wishbone Then all there was left to do was hold the funeral and put up the marker."  http://www.thehistorynet.com/we/blboothill/index1.html

[litl rooster]

Dern it your right had to go back and check

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Whose gravestone?


The Cowboy's Prayer
Oh Lord, I reckon I'm not much just by myself.
I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
Help me to ride it straight the whole way through.
And when in the falling dusk I get the final call,
I do not care how many flowers they send--
Above all else the happiest trail would be
For You to say to me, "Let's ride, My friend."
Amen

[Russ T Chambers]

Whose gravestone?


The Cowboy's Prayer
Oh Lord, I reckon I'm not much just by myself.
I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
Help me to ride it straight the whole way through.
And when in the falling dusk I get the final call,
I do not care how many flowers they send--
Above all else the happiest trail would be
For You to say to me, "Let's ride, My friend."
Amen

Roy Rogers  King of the Cowboys

[litl rooster]

should be standard issue for all cowboy's and wannabe cowboys

[Silver Creek Slim]

should be standard issue for all cowboy's and wannabe cowboys

Here, here!

Slim

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Whose gravestone?

                            (Name)

      Stranger, pass gently o'er this sod.

If he opens his mouth, you're gone, by God.

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Here's another.

In Loving Remembrance of My Beloved Son,

_____________  ______________,

Died April 3, 1882, Aged 35 Years, 6 Months, 28 Days,

Murdered by a Traitor and Coward Whose

Name is Not Worthy to Appear Here

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Jesse James, tyhe coward is Mr. Howard

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Jesse James, tyhe coward is Mr. Howard

You're right  'bout it bein' Jesse's grave stone, but the "coward" was Bob Ford.  Jesse's alias was Thomas Howard.  The old ballad has the words  "...the dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard..."

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

CHORUS:

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children they were brave,
But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how does he feel?
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was his brother Frank who robbed the Gallatin bank
And carried the money from the town;
It was in this little place that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.

It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright
When they robbed the Glendale train;
The people they did say, for many miles away,
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

He robbed from the rich and was a friend to the poor;
He had a heart and a hand and a brain.
With his brother Frank, he robbed the Northfield bank
And stopped the Glendale train.

It was  on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home,
Talking to his family brave;
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.

The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford
Who shot poor Jesse on the sly.

Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast,
The devil will be upon his face.
He was born one day in the county of Clay
And came from a solitary race.


Don't ferget this one - still lookin' fer an answer.

                        (Name)

      Stranger, pass gently o'er this sod.

If he opens his mouth, you're gone, by God.

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Sorry, Hamp, case of CRS on Howard.......