He was only a Freshman Miner,
The hairs on his chest were two . . .
He wished to follow the heroes
Who fought as he-men do.

Yet he was inwardly troubled,
By a dream that gave no rest;
When he read of heroes in action,
He wanted more hair on his chest.

Herbicide, many hair-tonics
Were rubbed in morning and night.
Still, when he looked in the mirror,
No new hair grew in sight.

He battled for "Red Nell's" honor
Then cleaned out a hold-up nest,
And died with his six-guns smoking
But only two hairs on his chest.

Author Unknown

Photo - Mines in 1913