And there they hid; and Reuben slid "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 breeches, and on the head (I believe they called the thing a helm,)—— The dragons and pagans that plagued the realm; So this modern knight prepared for flight, Put on his wings and strapped them tight,- But more like the helm of a ship. "Hush!" Reuben said, "he's up in the shed! An' nobody near;-- Guess he don'o' who's hid in here! An' there he sets 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, Fer to see 'f the' 's any one passin' by; As a demon is hurled by an angel's spear, In the midst of the barn-yard, he came down, Broken tail and broken wings, And what was that? Did the gosling laugh? 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 sich a thunderin' sight O' fun in 't when ye come to light." I just have room for the MORAL here: John Townsend Trowbridge [1827-1916] THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS I RESIDE at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games; And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow. But first I would remark, that it is not a proper plan Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault, It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault: He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town. Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order-when And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. 2171 For, in less time than I write it, every member did engage Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; And I've told in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow. DOW'S FLAT Bret Harte [1839-1902] Dow's FLAT. 1856 That's its name: And I reckon that you Are a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true, For thar isn't a man on the river as can't spot the place at first view. It was called after Dow, Which the same was an ass; And as to the how Thet the thing kem to pass, Jest tie up your hoss to that buckeye, and sit ye down here in the grass. You see this 'yer Dow Hed the worst kind of luck; He slipped up somehow On each thing thet he struck. Why, ef he'd a-straddled thet fence-rail, the derned thing 'ed get up and buck. He mined on the bar Till he couldn't pay rates; He was smashed by a car When he tunnelled with Bates; And right on the top of his trouble kem his wife and five kids from the States. It was rough, mighty rough; For a house, on the sly; And the old woman,—well, she did washing, and took on when no one was nigh. But this 'yer luck of Dow's That the spring near his house Dried right up on the green; And he sunk forty feet down for water, but nary a drop to be seen. Then the bar petered out, And the boys wouldn't stay; And the chills got about, And his wife fell away; But Dow in his well kept a peggin' in his usual ridikilous way. One day, it was June, And a year ago, jest,— This Dow kem at noon To his work like the rest, With a shovel and pick on his shoulder, and a derringer hid in his breast. He goes to the well, And he stands on the brink, And stops for a spell Jest to listen and think: For the sun in his eyes (jest like this, sir!), you see, kinder made the cuss blink. |