The Shasta courier., 1861-01-05

aThe tale of mermaid in Humboldt Bay
'Sa vile aspersionl-
he had only stepped out some leagues away
To-.ake slight excursion.
Then his Young uns seeing him nowhere nigh,
Round the palace all began to pry,
As children will. freed from the masters eye
And switches
fThe youngest was barely forty feet high
With socks on-and breecnes.|
So from room to room did they advance,
Until at length they caught glance
e9ftbat, to them. unknown circumstance
And mystery,
The boards heaped up by the race of giants
Through all their long history.
One moment to gaze and one to decidei
They emptied their pockets so deep and wide
Their jackets were made of buffalo hide
With the hair on,
With buttons of horn with thongs well tied
Them coats were worth wearing.)
One moment to empty their pockets clean,
Though what they by fobbing it so might mean,
Tell Ican't,
Twas perhaps but the weakness so often seen
In pigmy or giant.
And some of them pocketed several ton,
And some but little, or nearly none,
Tossing it round in childish fun
And CHATTER,
Till suddenly some one cried out: Run
Here comes old dad 7 Scatter u
Twas false alarm, but the whole crew broke
Like flash. the instant the words were spoke,
For they knew the old fellow would be no joke
Nor his shelalah
Four feet thick at the but of good i've oak,
Which they proved, almost daily.
They bolted away like a covey ofquails,
Or like candidates light in conventional scales,
And scattered abroad oer the hills and the dales
There surrounding,
And their dust scattered round them like
hail, when it halls
In June in the mountains.
And some of them went (take the tale at its
WORTHY
Up through Jacksonville, Umpqua, the Dalles.
and so forth,
leaving here and there small yellow spots on
the earth,
On the way there,
And Tre heard they left some faint "sign" as far
north
As the head streams of Fraser.
And some of the others struck a straight streak
IN SOU -sou'-west course for Pilot Peak,
Which they reached all safe, but too worn and
weak
Their prize to carry;
So they flung it around over mountain and
creek
From there to Tulare.
And one, It's said, in Feather was drowned
Near Oroville, with many pound,
Winch has since been sought for bnt neve
found,
And small wonder,
II it buried forty-foot giant, by zoundsl
Your six-footers" go under"
Another young cuss struck out across lots,
Through Trinity, Weaver-past Klamath and
SCOTS,
Scattering his pocketsfu all round in spots
In the gravel,
And on down through Shasta some small little
dots
Show where he did travel.
Till weary and worn from the alkaline sands,
Exhausted and worn he finally strands
Where Clear Creeks bright current bursts forth
and expands
From its gorse down,
He bathed in its waters his face and his hands
Et inde surgit Horsetown
All over the land those youths did roam
From Sierras crest to Pacihcs foam,
Rivers they swan and mountains they elomb
Invincible;
But not one e'er returned to his Shasta home,
Which was certainly sensible.
And ifever you find yellow slugs anywhere,
On the towering summit or hillside bare,
And question vainly what brought them there
Or Reason, or Nature; you're safe TO swear
1t was one of those giants.
As for their father, the poor old soul
In despair for his babes and the das, they stole,
He lays a train from his powder hole
And places,
At the end of the burning coal,
And blows things all 10 bazes
Meath the ruins, deep beyond human view,
His bones lie buried, and treasures too;
And if any deny that this storys true;
Why all you
We to do TO prove it s to tunnel through,
Just underneath q cid Bally.n
HeRsETows, December, 1860.