Then, like a man whose mind wuz sot on yieldin" to his fate, He waltzed up to the counter an" demanded whiskey straight, Wich havin" got outside uv,--both the likker and the door,-- We never seen that stranger in the bloom uv health no more!
But some months later, what the birds had left uv him wuz found a.s.sociated with a tree, some distance from the ground; And Husky Sam, the coroner, that set upon him, said That two things wuz apparent, namely: first, deceast wuz dead; And, second, previously had got involved beyond all hope In a knotty complication with a yard or two uv rope!
MEDIAEVAL EVENTIDE SONG
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings ye angell as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.
To them that have no lyttel childe G.o.dde sometimes sendeth down A lyttel childe that ben a lyttel lambkyn of his owne; And if so bee they love that childe, He willeth it to staye, But elsewise, in His mercie He taketh it awaye.
And sometimes, though they love it, G.o.dde yearneth for ye childe, And sendeth angells singing, whereby it ben beguiled; They fold their arms about ye lamb that croodleth at his play, And beare him to ye garden that bloometh farre awaye.
I wolde not lose ye lyttel lamb that G.o.dde hath lent to me; If I colde sing that angell songe, how joysome I sholde bee!
For, with mine arms about him, and my musick in his eare, What angell songe of paradize soever sholde I feare?
Soe come, my lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.
MARTHY"S YOUNKIT
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play; The wild-flowers uv the hillside bent down their heads to hear The music uv the little feet that had somehow grown so dear; The magpies, like winged shadders, wuz a-flutterin" to an" fro Among the rocks an" holler stumps in the ragged gulch below; The pines an" hemlocks tosst their boughs (like they wuz arms) and made Soft, sollum music on the slope where he had often played; But for these lonesome, sollum voices on the mountain-side, There wuz no sound the summer day that Marthy"s younkit died.
We called him Marthy"s younkit, for Marthy wuz the name Uv her ez wuz his mar, the wife uv Sorry Tom,--the same Ez taught the school-house on the hill, way back in "69, When she marr"d Sorry Tom, wich owned the Gosh-all-Hemlock mine!
And Marthy"s younkit wuz their first, wich, bein" how it meant The first on Red Hoss Mountain, wuz truly a" event!
The miners sawed off short on work ez soon ez they got word That Dock Devine allowed to Casey what had just occurred; We loaded up an" whooped around until we all wuz hoa.r.s.e Salutin" the arrival, wich weighed ten pounds, uv course!
Three years, and sech a pretty child!--his mother"s counterpart!
Three years, an" sech a holt ez he had got on every heart!
A peert an" likely little tyke with hair ez red ez gold, A-laughin", toddlin" everywhere,--"nd only three years old!
Up yonder, sometimes, to the store, an" sometimes down the hill He kited (boys is boys, you know,--you couldn"t keep him still!) An" there he"d play beside the brook where purpul wild-flowers grew, An" the mountain pines an" hemlocks a kindly shadder threw, An" sung soft, sollum toons to him, while in the gulch below The magpies, like strange sperrits, went flutterin" to an" fro.
Three years, an" then the fever come,--it wuzn"t right, you know, With all us old ones in the camp, for that little child to go; It"s right the old should die, but that a harmless little child Should miss the joy uv life an" love,--that can"t be reconciled!
That"s what we thought that summer day, an" that is what we said Ez we looked upon the piteous face uv Marthy"s younkit dead.
But for his mother"s sobbin", the house wuz very still, An" Sorry Tom wuz lookin", through the winder, down the hill, To the patch beneath the hemlocks where his darlin" used to play, An" the mountain brook sung lonesomelike an" loitered on its way.
A preacher come from Roarin" Crick to comfort "em an" pray, "Nd all the camp wuz present at the obsequies next day; A female teacher staged it twenty miles to sing a hymn, An" we jined her in the chorus,--big, husky men an" grim Sung "Jesus, Lover uv my Soul," an" then the preacher prayed, An" preacht a sermon on the death uv that fair blossom laid Among them other flowers he loved,--wich sermon set sech weight On sinners bein" always heeled against the future state, That, though it had been fashionable to swear a perfec" streak, There warn"t no swearin" in the camp for pretty nigh a week!
Last thing uv all, four strappin" men took up the little load An" bore it tenderly along the windin", rocky road, To where the coroner had dug a grave beside the brook, In sight uv Marthy"s winder, where the same could set an" look An" wonder if his cradle in that green patch, long an" wide, Wuz ez soothin" ez the cradle that wuz empty at her side; An" wonder if the mournful songs the pines wuz singin" then Wuz ez tender ez the lullabies she"d never sing again, "Nd if the bosom of the earth in wich he lay at rest Wuz half ez lovin" "nd ez warm ez wuz his mother"s breast.
The camp is gone; but Red Hoss Mountain rears its kindly head, An" looks down, sort uv tenderly, upon its cherished dead; "Nd I reckon that, through all the years, that little boy wich died Sleeps sweetly an" contentedly upon the mountain-side; That the wild-flowers uv the summer-time bend down their heads to hear The footfall uv a little friend they know not slumbers near; That the magpies on the sollum rocks strange flutterin" shadders make, An" the pines an" hemlocks wonder that the sleeper doesn"t wake; That the mountain brook sings lonesomelike an" loiters on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play.
IN FLANDERS
Through sleet and fogs to the saline bogs Where the herring fish meanders, An army sped, and then, "t is said, Swore terribly in Flanders: "--------!"
A hideous store of oaths they swore, Did the army over in Flanders!
At this distant day we"re unable to say What so aroused their danders; But it"s doubtless the case, to their lasting disgrace, That the army swore in Flanders: "--------!"
And many more such oaths they swore, Did that impious horde in Flanders!
Some folks contend that these oaths without end Began among the commanders, That, taking this cue, the subordinates, too, Swore terribly in Flanders: Twas "------------!"
Why, the air was blue with the hullaballoo Of those wicked men in Flanders!
But some suppose that the trouble arose With a certain Corporal Sanders, Who sought to abuse the wooden shoes That the natives wore in Flanders.
Saying: "--------!"
What marvel then, that the other men Felt encouraged to swear in Flanders!
At any rate, as I grieve to state, Since these soldiers vented their danders Conjectures obtain that for language profane There is no such place as Flanders.
This is the kind of talk you"ll find If ever you go to Flanders.
How wretched is he, wherever he be, That unto this habit panders!
And how glad am I that my interests lie In Chicago, and not in Flanders!
Would never go down in this circ.u.mspect town However it might in Flanders.
OUR BIGGEST FISH
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like; And oh, the bitter sadness with which my soul was fraught When I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string I"d caught!
And, oh, the indignation and the valor I"d display When I claimed that all the biggest fish I"d caught had got away!
Sometimes it was the rusty hooks, sometimes the fragile lines, And many times the treacherous reeds would foil my just designs; But whether hooks or lines or reeds were actually to blame, I kept right on at losing all the monsters just the same-- I never lost a _little_ fish--yes, I am free to say It always was the _biggest_ fish I caught that got away.
And so it was, when later on, I felt ambition pa.s.s From callow minnow joys to n.o.bler greed for pike and ba.s.s; I found it quite convenient, when the beauties wouldn"t bite And I returned all bootless from the watery chase at night, To feign a cheery aspect and recount in accents gay How the biggest fish that I had caught had somehow got away.
And really, fish look bigger than they are before they are before they"re caught-- When the pole is bent into a bow and the slender line is taut, When a fellow feels his heart rise up like a doughnut in his throat And he lunges in a frenzy up and down the leaky boat!
Oh, you who"ve been a-fishing will indorse me when I say That it always _is_ the biggest fish you catch that gets away!