The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1870-01-29

AS tho jingling Juniata
Sounds we'll; but 'tis unpretty.
Poets of the sunset sea-rim
Flying off to Acropolis-
How absurd and very silly
While the Classy Umatilla
And the classic Longus Thomas
And the grassy Tuda-Willa
All do fash and flow befoIe us.
Well, my hero kamiakin
Was i'll love; you know such folly
Must go in, or something's lacking
In all great good rhymes emetic.
Now, she dwelt in Walla Walla
But her Ma was awful stuck up;
And her pious dad, ascetic,
'Gainst our hero got his back up;
And he swore on stacks of bibles
Higher than the hay you stack up,
He would sue for breeches, Hbeis;
lie would sue him, shoot him, boot him
That iu fact he didn't suit him
Didn't vote the proper ticket.
Now it cost him like the nation
Going from the land of cider,
(Iou know how these Navigation
Fellows charge horse aud rider,)
And, though he was law-abiding,
To he treated thus about her
lie declared was rather binding
And that he wouldn't go without her.
So he strobe a Cayuse charger
With white eyes, and also white as
Foam of creamy, dreamy Lager
From her nostrils to her caudle;
With woody sheepskin folding
Back behind his jockey saddle
Where the girl could ride by holding
Then while Dad on the piazza
Read the latest act of Andy
And the maid on her piana
Trilled ditty for some dandy,
''Chaco, chnco, cumtux, mikaP
From afar in tones cayote.
''Ah, you bet you, cumtux, nika,
Sang the maiden soto vo-ce.
With this sign the chieftain sought her
For tho old mans bulldog Touzer,
Would have made it rather hot for
Kamiakin, Thane of Chowder.
Night and day they few like arrows
Till they passed by sweet Celilo-
Bully" ciied the chief, " tomollo's
Sun will see HAS lolo.'
But the old man missed his daughter,
Vowing he would catch and score them,
Took the steamer, aud by water
Reached the Ua!les the day before them.
Stop. you hummer yelled the Daddy,
While the chief fed to the river,
And the Dad pursued and had
Henry rifle, bow and quiyer.
Then the chief wished him beaver
Big or little, didn't mind him
But the gal, would you believe her,
Stuck like wax. tight on behind him.
Then she waved a wand of willow
And behold the mighty river
For the maidel was n fairy
All did surge and shake and shiver,
Till the banks did kiss, or nearly,
And coniine the foaming billow,
So they crossed without ferry.
"Come back, come back, o PiccAninny-
Back across the stormy water,
Cried the old man like nfnny.
Ono hand skewed her waterfall up,
While the other. held her garter
As they set off at u gallup.
o she Looked majestic, very,
As she answered Nary naryp'
And the river SO is flowing,
Though wider washed foot or 30,
For this was in the cleaning, glowing,
Gilded, golden long ago.
Then they fled far down the river,
But the old man came upon them,
And she cried - Lord, deliver;"
And she blew silver trumpet,
And she cried, !" o hiac-jump it,"
Till the Cayuse jumped the river
Jumped the awful yawning chasms
With the lovers both astride her
All. enough to throw in spasms,
Bellies of this sweet land of cider.
But the Daddy, hot and snariing
At the chief and chieftain's darling,
Hip and thigh smote with his sabre
While the cult n was crossing,
And her silver tail was tossing
And her long tail, white aud shaggy,
Cleft, where Tam o Shanter's Carlir
Caught the tail of faithful Maggie.
And that horse tail still is flowing
From the dark rim of the river,
Drifting, shifting, flowing. going,
Like a veil or vision ,furried,
But is never combed or curried,
As a body can diskiver.
"Verbam sat-" now yelled the daughter,
As she with her lover vamoosed
And the Dad sat in the water
Til he chilled and died and SO was
Turned to stone forever arter.
Now this Dad noble Grow was
And chief of fame and power,
And is known unto this hour
As the " Crow Rock :" or the " Crow-Roo
Well, they Travelled in a canter
Till they reached the sweet Willamette,
And cried. "boatman, do not tarry,
We will give three pound of Salmon
If you'll row us o. er the ferry"
But he answered Nary, nary;"
Then the maiden cried out "dam il,
And the stream was damned instanter.
50 the chicftain reached his nation
And his mother gave q party
Gave July celebration,
And they dinnered very hearty
All on kouse and salmon smoky,
And then danced the hoky poky.
But her troubles grew the thicker
As in truth so did the maiden,
For the chief began to lick her
And distract her with upbraiding;
But she had to grin and bear it
For the gods had got so mad, they
Said she never should repass the
Place she left her dear old Daddy.
So she went up in the hill-tops
At the head of tho Molalla,
For to look at Walla Walla,
And by magic spells and hoo-doo-
For you know she was q fairy
She did manage soon to rear
Mountain like the pile Of Cheops.
And Siwash who saw her mammuk,
Called the peak old Mountain Hoo-doo.
But there came Jewish peddler.
Packing head gear, hoods and 'ssmall tin
(Says the Almanac McCo, mick),
And who didn't care three fardings
Eer this dear and true tradition
As the learned like me and You do
And made the gross abbreviation
OF Mt Hood from Mountain Hoo-doo.