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Peck's Bad Boy with the Cowboys by George W. Peck
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'Please, mister, let me alone, and let me nibble around and eat
the stuff you do not want, and we drive them into a bunch, the
way the rich and mean iron-handed trusts drive the people, and
then we turn in and club them with the ax handle of graft and
greed, and we keep our power over them, if enough are killed off
so we are in the majority, but the jackrabbits that escape the
drive keep on breeding, like the poor people that the trusts try
to exterminate. Some day the jackrabbit and the poor people will
get nerve enough to fight back, and then the jackrabbit and the
poor people will outnumber the men who fight them and kill them,
and they will turn on the cowboys with the clubs, and the trusts
with the big head, and drive those who now pursue them into
corrals on the prairies and into penitentiaries in the states,
and those who are pig-headed and cruel will get theirs, see?"

I told Pa I thought I could see, though there were rabbit hairs in
my eyes, and then I got Pa to get up and mount his horse, and we
rode back to town with the gang, while the 5,000 rabbit carcasses
were hauled to town in wagons and loaded on the cars.

"Where do you send those jackrabbits?" asked Pa of the leader of
the slayers, as he watched them loading the rabbits.

"To the Chicago packing houses," said the man. "They make the
finest canned chicken you ever et."

"The devil, you say," said pa. "Then we have been working all day
to make packing houses rich. Wouldn't that skin you?"

Then we went to the hotel and I put court-plaster on Pa where the
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