If ever there lived a Yankee lad, Wise or otherwise, good or bad, Who, seeing the birds fly, didn"t jump With flapping arms from stake or stump, Or, spreading the tail Of his coat for a sail, Take a soaring leap from post or rail, And wonder why He couldn"t fly, And flap and flutter and wish and try-- If ever you knew a country dunce Who didn"t try that as often as once, All I can say is, that"s a sign He never would do for a hero of mine.
An aspiring genius was D. Green: The son of a farmer, age fourteen; His body was long and lank and lean-- Just right for flying, as will be seen; He had two eyes as bright as a bean, And a freckled nose that grew between, A little awry--for I must mention That he had riveted his attention Upon his wonderful invention, Twisting his tongue as he twisted the strings, And working his face as he worked the wings, And with every turn of gimlet and screw Turning and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g his mouth round too, Till his nose seemed bent To catch the scent, Around some corner, of new-baked pies, And his wrinkled cheeks and his squinting eyes Grew puckered into a queer grimace, That made him look very droll in the face, And also very wise.
And wise he must have been, to do more Than ever a genius did before, Excepting Daedalus of yore And his son Icarus, who wore Upon their backs Those wings of wax He had read of in the old almanacs.
Darius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man"s dominion, And that, with paddle or fin or pinion, We soon or late shall navigate The azure as now we sail the sea.
The thing looks simple enough to me; And if you doubt it, Hear how Darius reasoned about it.
"The birds can fly an" why can"t I?
Must we give in," says he with a grin.
"That the bluebird an" ph[oe]be Are smarter"n we be?
Jest fold our hands an" see the swaller An" blackbird an" catbird beat us holler?
Doos the little chatterin", sa.s.sy wren, No bigger"n my thumb, know more than men?
Just show me that!
Ur prove "t the bat Hez got more brains than"s in my hat.
An" I"ll back down, an" not till then!"
He argued further: "Nur I can"t see What"s th" use o" wings to a b.u.mble-bee, Fur to git a livin" with, more"n to me;-- Ain"t my business Important"s his"n is?
That Icarus Made a perty muss-- Him an" his daddy Daedalus They might "a" knowed wings made o" wax Wouldn"t stand sun-heat an" hard whacks.
I"ll make mine o" luther, Ur suthin" ur other."
And he said to himself, as he tinkered and planned: "But I ain"t goin" to show my hand To mummies that never can understand The fust idee that"s big an" grand."
So he kept his secret from all the rest, Safely b.u.t.toned within his vest; And in the loft above the shed Himself he locks, with thimble and thread And wax and hammer and buckles and screws And all such things as geniuses use;-- Two bats for patterns, curious fellows!
A charcoal-pot and a pair of bellows;
Some wire, and several old umbrellas; A carriage-cover, for tail and wings; A piece of harness; and straps and strings; And a big strong box, In which he locks These and a hundred other things.
His grinning brothers, Reuben and Burke And Nathan and Jotham and Solomon, lurk Around the corner to see him work-- Sitting cross-legged, like a Turk, Drawing the waxed-end through with a jerk, And boring the holes with a comical quirk Of his wise old head, and a knowing smirk.
But vainly they mounted each other"s backs, And poked through knot-holes and pried through cracks; With wood from the pile and straw from the stacks He plugged the knot-holes and caulked the cracks; And a dipper of water, which one would think He had brought up into the loft to drink When he chanced to be dry, Stood always nigh, For Darius was sly!
And whenever at work he happened to spy At c.h.i.n.k or crevice a blinking eye, He let the dipper of water fly.
"Take that! an" ef ever ye git a peep, Guess ye"ll ketch a weasel asleep!"
And he sings as he locks His big strong box:--
"The weasel"s head is small an" trim, An" he is little an" long an" slim, An" quick of motion an" nimble of limb An" ef you"ll be Advised by me, Keep wide awake when ye"re ketchin" him!"
So day after day He st.i.tched and tinkered and hammered away, Till at last "twas done-- The greatest invention under the sun!
"An" now," says Darius, "hooray fur some fun!"
"Twas the Fourth of July, And the weather was dry, And not a cloud was on all the sky, Save a few light fleeces, which here and there Half mist, half air, Like foam on the ocean went floating by-- Just as lovely a morning as ever was seen For a nice little trip in a flying-machine.
Thought cunning Darius: "Now I shan"t go Along "ith the fellers to see the show.
I"ll say I"ve got sich a terrible cough!
An" then, when the folks "ave all gone off, I"ll hev full swing fur to try the thing, An" practise a little on the wing."
"Ain"t goin" to see the celebration?"
Says brother Nate. "No; botheration!
I"ve got sich a cold--a toothache--I-- My gracious!--feel"s though I should fly!"
Said Jotham, "Sho!
Guess ye better go."
But Darius said, "No!
Shouldn"t wonder "f you might see me, though, "Long "bout noon, ef I git red O" this jumpin", thumpin" pain "n my head."
For all the while to himself he said:--
"I tell ye what!
I"ll fly a few times around the lot, To see how "t seems, then soon"s I"ve got The hang o" the thing, ez likely"s not, I"ll astonish the nation, An" all creation, By flyin" over the celebration!
Over their heads I"ll sail like an eagle; I"ll balance myself on my wings like a sea-gull: I"ll dance on the chimbleys; I"ll stand on the steeple; I"ll flop up to winders an" scare the people!
I"ll light on the liberty-pole, an" crow; An" I"ll say to the gawpin" fools below, "What world"s this "ere That I"ve come near?"
Fur I"ll make "em b"lieve I"m a chap f"m the moon; An" I"ll try to race "ith their ol" balloon!"
He crept from his bed; And, seeing the others were gone, he said, "I"m gittin" over the cold "n my head."
And away he sped, To open the wonderful box in the shed.
His brothers had walked but a little way, When Jotham to Nathan chanced to say, "What is the feller up to, hey!"
"Don"o"--the "s suthin" ur other to pay, Ur he wouldn"t "a" stayed tu hum to-day."
Says Burke, "His toothache"s all "n his eye!
_He_ never "d missed a Fo"th-o"-July, Ef he hedn"t got some machine to try."
Then Sol, the little one, spoke: "By darn!
Le"s hurry back an" hide "n the barn, An" pay him fur tellin" us that yarn!"
"Agreed!" Through the orchard they creep back Along by the fences, behind the stack, And one by one, through a hole in the wall, In under the dusty barn they crawl, Dressed in their Sunday garments all; And a very astonishing sight was that, When each in his cobwebbed coat and hat Came up through the floor like an ancient rat And there they hid; And Reuben slid The fastenings back, and the door undid.
"Keep dark!" said he, "While I squint an" see what the" is to see."
As knights of old put on their mail-- From head to foot an iron suit, Iron jacket and iron boot, Iron breeches, and on the head No hat, but an iron pot instead, And under the chin the bail, (I believe they called the thing a helm,) Then sallied forth to overwhelm The dragons and pagans that plagued the earth So this _modern_ knight Prepared for flight, Put on his wings and strapped them tight Jointed and jaunty, strong and light-- Buckled them fast to shoulder and hip; Ten feet they measured from tip to tip And a helm had he, but that he wore, Not on his head, like those of yore, But more like the helm of a ship.
"Hush!" Reuben said, "He"s up in the shed!
He"s opened the winder--I see his head!
He stretches it out, an" pokes it about, Lookin" to see "f the coast is clear, An" n.o.body near;-- Guess he don" o" who"s hid in here!
He"s riggin" a spring-board over the sill!
Stop laffin", Solomon! Burke, keep still!
He"s a climbin" out now--Of all the things!
What"s he got on? I vum, it"s wings!
An" that "tother thing? I vum, it"s a tail!
An" there he sits like a hawk on a rail!
Steppin" careful, he travels the length Of his spring-board, and teeters to try its strength.
Now he stretches his wings, like a monstrous bat; Peeks over his shoulder; this way an" that, Fur to see "f the" "s any one pa.s.sin" by; But the" "s on"y a caf an" goslin nigh.
_They_ turn up aderin" eye, To see-- The dragon! he"s goin" to fly!
Away he goes! Jimminy! what a jump!
Flop--flop--an" plump To the ground with a thump!
Flutt"rin" an" flound"rin" all "n a lump!"
As a demon is hurled by an angel"s spear, Heels over head, to his proper sphere-- Heels over head, and head over heels, Dizzily down the abyss he wheels
So fell Darius. Upon his crown, In the midst of the barn-yard, he came down, In a wonderful whirl of tangled strings, Broken braces and broken springs.
Broken tail and broken wings, Shooting-stars, and various things; Barn-yard litter of straw and chaff, And much that wasn"t so sweet by half.
Away with a bellow fled the calf, And what was that? Did the gosling laugh?
"Tis a merry roar from the old barn-door, And he hears the voice of Jotham crying, "Say, D"rius! how do you like flyin"?"
Slowly, ruefully, where he lay, Darius just turned and looked that way, As he stanched his sorrowful nose with his cuff.
"Wal, I like flyin" well enough,"
He said; "but the" ain"t such a thunderin" sight O" fun in "t when ye come to light."
I just have room for the |MORAL| here: And this is the moral--Stick to your sphere.
Or if you insist, as you have the right, On spreading your wings for a loftier flight, The moral is--Take care how you light.
_John Townsend Trowbridge._