Po Campo Lonesome Dove Quotes

I don’t sing about myself,” Campo said. “I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don’t belong to me.” “Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?” Pea asked. “They belong to those who hear them,” Po said.

Po Campo had given him a hailstone dipped in molasses and he sat licking it and feeling alternately happy and sad while the men got dressed and prepared to be cowboys again.

My wife was good at it too," Po Campo remarked. "I liked her biscuits. She never burned them on the bottom." "Where's she live, Mexico?" Augustus asked, curious as to where the short old man had come from. "No, she lives in hell, where I sent her," Po Campo said quietly, startling everyone within hearing. "Her behavior was terrible, but she made good biscuits.