The weekly Butte record., 1861-01-05
Written for the Butte RECORD.
ossanner.

written Tor tne BUTTE RECORD.
ossanner.
BY "ALP'-THE MINER POET.
I'm writing thus to simply tell
The unromantc manner
By which so insanely feel
In love with Miss Rosanner.
Rosanner is not pretty-no,
She's what we call ow-headed;
do not mean the pedal toe.
But tow that's spun and threaded;
Nor do | mean her head is tow
'Tis what she wears upon it,
Hei faXen hair in graceful flow
And not her little bonnet.
Her eyes are grey, like our kitten,
With felin(e) glances stealing
Into my heart till it is smitten
Beyond the hope of healing,
Her face is oval like the shells
We find beside the ocean,
And when her bosom heaves and swels
'Tis marked with bright emotion,
Her lips are thin and firmly set,
Denoting strength of passion,
And when strive kiss to get
They change from rose to ashen
love to gaze upon her neck
Which shows hut one disaster,
And that's mole, little speck -
The balance alabaster!
I've seen her foot, so neat and small,
1t almost makes me crazy =
Her step, elastic in the hall,
Pronounces her not lazy.
This is Rosanner, and dream
She'd be SO dear blessing,
To float with me adown lifes stream,
My bosom strogly pressing.
When first peered into her eyes,
Those grey eyes like the kitten,
My spirit thrilled with sweet surprise
To know that it was smitten.
She saw me struggle with the foe
That shot the pointed arrow,
And smiled to see me quiver SO
Much like wounded sparrow.
But now disunion has begun,
She says she feels the crisis
And treats my sentiments as fun,
Till money matters rise(s).
And II no compromise we make,
I'll join secession's banner,
And place my weary life at stake
To grieYe one spite Rosanner,l
ours, in q peck of trouble, and in a claim
lat pays only two dollars per day, with spare
bs and back bones occasionally to vary the
all monotony of pork and beans. By the
ay, will say that / do not fancy the idea OF
king prose and poetry so sadly together in
y little contribution to the RECORD but you
equently discuss the weather editorialy, and
will discuss it here and if it were not sacri
gious would leave out the dis and only put
cuss, for it has been raining here almost in.
'ssantly during the last week. Big Butte has
cen cutting up some ugly freaks it first
Used at the head, and then at the tail, clean
g out all the head and tail dams on the
ream, breaking all the fumes and bitches in
5 vicinity, carrying on its turbulent crest
inning timber, drift wood, ard huge trees, all
mbled together in one terrific mass, bowling
OWN the rocky canon with strange, hideous
'ises that precluded all possibility of distin
lishiDg any other sounds or utterances of the
imam voice
While it was at its highest stage, and We
ere looking out upon the furious element as
lashed the cliffs with impotent rage, large
ee came shooting along with " muhala )
] one end of it, and a cat on the other They
assed by like wad shot out of a boys pop
IN, and were out of sight before we could
Ike the second thought, or form any available
ode of rescue; however, | understand she
IN her big log into a great rock heap about
Fee miles below, jumped ashore, and made 6
raight shirt tail for her campode,' where sht
lated her perlous adventure to a circle of la
es and gentlemen of her own tribe, who lis
ned in mute CONSERVATION to the thrilling
,tails of her hair-breadth escapes. But thc
Dor cat met with sadder fate it jumped
ON the log, imagining, no doubt, that by it
5 superior dexterity in the art of swimming
could stem the mad current and once NOR,
ant its feet on terra frma but a gallopin.
uice hox struck it on the head, and WASHED
Ter it, after which it only made few fain
ruggles and was swept into the cat'log o
lings smashed up Thus ended this terribl,
ltastrophe.l
The INDIAN LEAGUE.-The Indians to tn,
lstward Of the Cascade Mountains in Oregon