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Then the supervisors decided to fix our road , and what 's more , THEY DONE IT ! That 's the only part in this yarn that 's hard to believe , but , boys , you 'll have to take it on faith . They ploughed her , and crowned her , and scraped her , and rolled her , and when they moved on we had the fanciest highway in the State of Californy . That noon -- the day they called her a job -- Tusky and I sat smokin ' our pipes as per usual , when way over the foothills we seen a cloud of dust and faint to our ears was bore a whizzin ' sound . The chickens was gathered under the cottonwood for the heat of the day , but they did n't pay no attention . Then faint , but clear , we heard another of them brass horns : `` Honk ! honk ! ''