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# Page Description This is a text page from a collection titled "Songs of the Range," edited by Henry Herbert Knibbs. The page contains a complete poem called "The Cowboy's Life," featuring Western-themed illustrations in the margins (a cowboy figure on the left, and camping/cooking equipment at the bottom). The poem romanticizes the cowboy experience, celebrating the freedom of ranch life and the cowboy's connection to his horse and the open range. It contrasts the cowboy's independence and simple pleasures with the constraints of town life, presenting his saddle and horse as sources of pride and contentment. An introductory note indicates the song's origins are unknown but have circulated among various ranches and line camps for years.
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