Out of Context

Another thing to mention on my decision to quit sharing My Discovery Mix every week, is that the current list that came in Monday morning at 6am has two versions of Yellow Rose of Texas (somewhat different lyrics, but same song) and two songs from Johnny Lee. I would not burn a disc or create a playlist like that, and would only have let that be my setlist on the air if I was being lazy.

The Mysterious Rider
Zane Grey

“We’re huntin’ elk, you Jack-of-all-dogs,” reprovingly spoke the hunter to Fox.

So they went on around the rim, and after a couple of miles of travel came to the forest, and then open heads of hollows that widened and deepened down. Here was excellent pasture and cover for elk. Wade left the rim to ride down these slow-descending half-open ridges, where cedars grew and jack-pines stood in clumps, and little grassy-bordered brooks babbled between. He saw tracks where a big buck deer had crossed ahead of him, and then he flushed a covey of grouse that scared the horses, and then he saw where a bear had pulled a rotten log to pieces. Fox did not show any interest in these things.

By and by Wade descended to the junction of these hollows, where three tiny brooklets united to form a stream of pure, swift, clear water, perhaps a foot deep and several yards wide.

“I reckon this’s the head of the Troublesome,” said Wade. “Whoever named this brook had no sense…. Yet here, at its source, it’s gatherin’ trouble for itself. That’s the way of youth.”