FURTHER LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL

JAMES.

[NYE'S FORD, STANISLAUS.]

1870.

Do I sleep; do I dream?

Do I wonder and doubt?

Are things what they seem,

Or is visions about?

Is our civilization a failure?

Or is the Caucasian played out?

Which expressions are strong:
Yet would feebly imply

Some account of a wrong—

Not to call it a lie

As was worked off on William, my pardner,

Which his name it was W. Nye.

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."

Which said Nye to me, "Injins is pizen—

Do you

know what his number is, James ?"

I replied, “7, 2,

9, 8, 4, is his hand.”

When he started-and drew

Out a list, which he scanned;

Then he softly went for his revolver,

With language I cannot command.

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

Round a tree at the Bend,

Was a sight that was sad;

And it seemed that the end

Would not justify the proceedings,

As I quiet remarked to a friend.

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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 feature, And a dollar greenback in his hand.

Which the same when rolled out,

We observed with surprise,

What that Injin, no doubt,

Had believed was the prize

Them figures in red in the corner, Which the number of note specifies.

Was it guile, or a dream?

Is it Nye that I doubt?

Are things what they seem,

Or is visions about?

Is our civilization a failure?

Or is the Caucasian played out?

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
For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man,
And, if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim,
To lay for that same member for to "put a head” on
him.

Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months' proceedings of that same

society,