Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1864-09-17

Written for the Sioux City Register.
HUMUROUs RACE OF DAKOTA
CONTRACTORS.
What's the caoss Of all this rumpus.
Which We hear to day among US?
Good, loyal men are running wild,
They never speak and never smile
Horses borrowed, horses hired;
Men and wagons creased and tired;
Some on foot and some a.horseback
Some take the road and some the cross.
track; .ss@.
All pluneing eastward toward Sioux CITY.
Found the people start with pity,
To see this flock Of politicians,
Fleeing in such wild conditions.
WHATS the matter" the people cry,
" Is BuELElcH dead, or going to die p
us ToDD thrown from his old war;
horseY'
"Or BLISS gone crazy with remorse ?'-
No, no " respond the flying train,
"BLIss, SURLElGH. Tom, are all the same
We run for life, and they for Congress,
"Tis hard too tell who II run the longest. !"
But where you going? ?" cries man,
With hair erect aud eyes that span,
The size of onions ;-"What . the matter9"
What's the cause of all this cla.te-?
DO tell US, are the Indians coming p
And where on earth are you all unuing?'
Or are you going 10 Conpe,tion ?"
Speak, for Gods sake, your intention"-
The leader fiercely spurred bis nag,
And pointing forward, whispered "BAcG."
And as they thundered on their way,
One, now and then. would murmur "IIAY;'
And when the Gov nor blew his horn,
The whole procession shouted, "CoRx;'
AT last youth came dashing by,
With Hill Of Cord rood in bis eve.
Todd man asked him how he stood,
He winked bis eye and whitfield, Wood"
Twas all explained; the people said;
" No politician Jet is dead.
Nor ever will be, long as Hay,
And Corn, and Cordwood fill the way;
For men are apt to dodge behind them
where the DrGtt can never find them.r
Right on did these contractors 70,
And take poor BAGG in savage tow:
They pulled and picked and punched and
squeezed him,
And rubbed and hugged and begged and
teased him,
And round the town on wheels they haul
ed him,
And often up to drink they called him -
For, said they, "can we but wet him.
The BAGG will gice and then we II Get him,
But we'll did Quarter Master Bagy,
Hold up his ears and never sag,
Till all said: "BAGG is put together,
Devellsh we'll for wind and weather.
The bAGG proved round; and all their
picking,
Drew not enough to feed ch;cken:-
Each "Oid Corn Rooster looked ,,1terpal
On every Southern cob and kernel.
And, though the BAcG WAS rounding full,
|. was no use to pink and pull;
Each " Shanghai picked his empty crop,
And started homeward on a trot;
While each Contractor cursed and said -
The Devil take Copperhead,
Or any other Quarter Master,
That won't shell out the corn we'er after
For he must know this starring truth;
That chickens will come home to roost."
So back they started, though cnst.fallen,
Moving in broken column;
Some looked Proper, some looked Wood =
Some looked Fuller, some looked Moody !:
Some looked Bdgged, some looked Boiled );
Some felt Bliss iul, some looked spoiled !
Some felt Briey, some fel, Todd J;
Some felt Rich IN soul and body;
Some were Coraed, ana some A. Peased
And some did swear the BAGG was creased,
Some declared they put some Lime Oh,
Lyman,
And SUCKED the BAGG-but that was gam
Some got Pin ned in the Hedges,
And swore they couldn't keep their pledges;
Some were Lan rea&ed, some were Pushed:
Some were Broohiag all they wished;
Some looked Hill y, some looked hollow !;
Some had Hay they could mt swallow;
And all confessed it was bad thing,
To tie their hopes upon BAGG string.
Sioux City teas ed them long to tarry,
And not to leave in such hurry;
" For,' said they, "though We abuse you,
Twill never do for Us to loose you;
We love the people Of Dakota
Welove the soldiers, that you know too:
Wen treat you we'll while you are here,
Wen take your dimes and give you Beer ;
Our Hotel men can highly feed you;
Our merchsnts, too, can nurse and bleed
you;' i
Aud 40 they did, We hear il said.
Dakota ate, aud drioked and bled -
Now this is.all We hsve 10 say, @"-
OF Bogg, or Wood, or Corn, Or Hay:
Or OF the snarpers in Sioux City,
Or Of Dakotn's Corn Committee"
Or Of friend ToDD, Of BrRLEeH, Bliss;
Yes, all We have to say is this;
Don't lean too hard on UNCLE SAN,
Or Ire II be dead and we'll be damned"
GRASSHOPPER
YAsrros, September p, 1864. s~-~=
Barnuin's sea lion worth 10000, died