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The expriest Tobin speaking to The kid The Judge He saved us all,
We come down off the Little Colorado we didnt have a pound of powder.
Like he'd been expectin us said How come you to have no powder?
As soon as it was dusk and the bats was about the judge
Ridin and holdin onto his hat, lookin at the little animals.
We led the horses in the dark. When we reached the cave it was the nitre.
Filling wallets and panniers with the bat dirt before the break of day
Two days, the judge leached out the guano with creekwater and woodash
Precipitated it and built a clay kiln to burn the wood and charcoal,
When he seen us
He'd ground the charcoal into powder in the hollow of a rock, you could have made
Then he set down and he begun to scale at a rock with his knife.
One by one we straggled up and he set with his back to that gapin hole
And he was chippin away it was brimstone and he told us to do the same.
A weal of brimstone at the rim of the caldron, bright yellow and shining
Dumped the charcoal and nitre stirred them about and poured the sulphur in.
He worked it up dry with his hands and all the while the savages, the savages
When I turned back the judge was standin, and he'd took out his pizzle
He was pissin into the mixture, and cried out for us to do likewise.
We hauled forth our members and the judge on his knees kneadin the mass with his naked arms
On southfacin rocks,
Spread it out thin with the knifeblade and watchin the sun with one eye
Smeared with blacking and reekin of sulphur and grinnin like he did it every day.
The judge spread out his leather shirt and called for us to bring the stuff
Every knife went to scrapin it up and him cautionin us not to strike them flints.
And we heaped it up and he commenced to chop and grind it with his knife.
Charged both barrels and patched two balls and drove them home and capped the piece
Cocked the hammer and fired. You wouldnt hear that sound in a long day's ride.