20 May 2009
“Mister, where’s your house?”
asked a curious traveller of a half horse, half alligator squattor. “House, eh! D’ye think I’m one of that sort, stranger? I sleep in the prairie—I eats raw buffalo—and drinks out of the Mississippi.”
asked a curious traveller of a half horse, half alligator squattor. “House, eh! D’ye think I’m one of that sort, stranger? I sleep in the prairie—I eats raw buffalo—and drinks out of the Mississippi.”
