66 "The Return of Belisarius." (MUD FLAT, 1860.) So you're back from your travels, old fellow, Astounding,—and all that, you know; The boys-they're all right,-Oh! Dick Ashley, He was lost on the Summit last winter, I certainly wrote you at Bader,- I got all your outlandish letters, That sketch of a famous château. Tom Saunders is living at 'Frisco,— They say that he cuts quite a show. You didn't meet Euchre-deck Billy Anywhere on your road to Cairo ? So you thought of the rusty old cabin, Of stores on the site of the cabin But it's jolly to see you, old fellow,- What, no? Between you a twelvemonth ago. Further Language from Truthful James. (NYE'S FORD, STANISLAUS, 1870.) Do i sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? Is our civilisation a failure? Or is the Caucasian played out? Which expressions are strong; Some account of a wrong Not to call it a lie As was worked off on William, my pardner, He came down to the Ford On the very same day Of that lottery drawed By those sharps at the Bay; And he says to me, "Truthful, how goes it?" I replied, "It is far, far from gay; "For the camp has gone wild On this lottery game, And has even beguiled 'Injin Dick' by the same." Then said Nye to me, "Injins is pizen : But what is his number, eh? James?" I replied, "7,2, 9,8,4, is his hand;" When he started, and drew Then I said, "William Nye!" And the look in his eye Was quite painful to see; And he says, "You mistake; this poor Injin I protects from such sharps as you be!" I was shocked and withdrew; But I grieve to relate, When he next met my view Injin Dick was his mate; And the two around town was a-lying In a frightfully dissolute state. Which the war dance they had 170 Further Language from Truthful James. Would not justify the proceedings, As I quiet remarked to a friend. For that Injin he fled The next day to his band; And we found William spread Very loose on the strand, With a peaceful-like smile on his features, And a dollar greenback in his hand; Which the same, when rolled out, Thought the number and prize- Was it guile, or a dream? Is it Nye that I doubt ? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about ? Is our civilisation a failure? Or is the Caucasian played out? |