The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-01-05

| Mlgnt tHhkc rotit ulOtIeIs weep ana cry
Wherefore work SO hard when gold is plenty,
And live SO long with purses empty
When mines are richly stored with metal,
And we are free to 60 and settle.
The farming lands late brought to view,
Are also now inviting too;
Stir then my boys! and shake your mains!
Why live SO long in these domains!
But oh! forget not when you part to leave
Some consolation to the one bereaved;
That bright eyed lovely angel young and fair,
Will give to you little lock of hair
And she will weep alas! for you
While you are gone and on your way pursue,
Dark clouds will gather thick and fast,
And crush the spirit with it's wlthering blast;
Fond memory too, with busy throng,
Of tender images forgotten long,
Will rush upon the mind, and no control
Can stay your image from the soul.
And let that jewel rich and rare be found
Always about thy bosom neatly bound;
And furthermore, oh! write and let her know,
The hardships which you have to undergo;
The scenes Of pleasure which you sometimes
| meet
twill be to her pleasant treat,
Let love, the ruling passion Of the heart,
Always share glorious part.
Cold be the heart that cannot will not love,
That woman worth has not the power to move
And lost to each fine feeling of the soul
Must be the wretch who owns not her control;
And when you meet with toads, snakes and
lizards
Describe them all be not afraid OF gizards,
Nor wizards either, but let the truth
Be always told in days of youth.
And now dear girs,I hope you'll write to them;
Come here to me and will mend your pen;
Tell them of blessings in the married life,
That those enjoy who get a faithful wliei
Encoursge them with letters full of love,
Of beans for breakfast and for supper turtle.
doves;
And let them know full soon ifysu get savage
That yeu can cook n mess of cabbage,
But oh! forgive sweet lady dear!
| did not wish from you ol start teari
Throw back from thy face the tear stepped curl
And let again the bonds Of love unturl
For we are creatures full Of fun and gee,
Sometimes weep and sometimes laugh quite
merrly.
But married folks hear are going
To search for metal and to hoeingi
The hills being very steep you know,
There they will stop to rest and blow,
Had they not better make their wills before
They leave these grand sublime Sandusky
shores.
But wait till we the mines explore, says one,
And make our fortunes, have our fun,
The gold we'll put on piles and ill our sacks
! The silver too and that will be in cash,
| Then clear the kitchen, we ii crow loud and
long,
And raise to James X. Polk noble song.
| Now turns the scene another voice ] hear;
The mother eeps, the children cry and tear!
Their fathers gone to foreign lands,
His bed perhaps the desert sands;
The wolf and bear, hear, they howl around
Fierce quadrups too, with dreadful sounds;
The forest unexplored a scene Of horror
Now fills the ear, terrific terror!
The savage indian who in gone by days
Stood boldly forth, could proudly gaze.
| From the tall mountain to the distant sea,
Firm as the one, and as the other free;
Deep in his hatred, in his friendship true,
His storm rocked wgwam and his birch canoe
His greatest pride, for them his bosom told,
No strange emotion at the name of gold!
Now with skalpng knife, behold he stands!
A savage yell, see his uplifted hands!
Vengeance on the white man give the blow,
Stab to the heart and let blood freely flow,
A mangled corpse behold husband lays,
fearful sight on which we would not gaze,
father too, beloved and kind,
More SO than all the world could find,
Children made orphans by this search for gold,
wife widow and miseries untold,
Perhaps his body now the vultures tear,
Or else exposed to sun and midnight air,
No burial in that distant land has he
No one to do kind acts of charity,
And is it SO my husband thus has died;
Oh cruel thought cannot long survive;
This lust for gold an all absorbing thing,
Hath made the hearts Of many ring,
Far better seek for riches where
No chilling winds of winter are,
No cruel savages or beasts Of prey,
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CARRIER.
Fearful Rava.es of the Cholera.
LOUISVILLE. Dec. 27, l84S.
Editor Ohio Siaiesnsnn
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