New-York tribune., 1871-09-09

Here long, lank, farmer-looking man, with travel.
stained garments Of Kentucky Jeans, weatherbeaen
fsse rough with two days Of gszed beard, enormous
brown hands and wrists proruding from the short coat
sleeves. and general mir of melancholy aud tobacco
about him. siouchng up to the PLATFORM and taking
on has tattsree fur cap, ssid to the President;
"GooA morning, Jedgel drapped in to take o hand
long the other poes but Of amt got better stock
this, reckon III skeet back to spunky Pint Why,
Jedgel my little Gabe-hes at school at Hals Bend in
Magoopn Co.dogg skin eff he can't sing $he socks
of n that thar little Gambolier."
man. austerey and the Pike sadly shook the hay seed
from his long rongray hair and read these rhymes IN
snutng tone curOusly at variance with their nberne
tendency:
YOu fellows East may sing as you please,
And tickle the scalps of all concerned;
You may cant away with Cantharides
Rip with Euripides, and be derned
But to find the real high-pressure style.
And travel the stavingest road to glory.
You must go out West for thousand mile.
And never stop till you pass Peory.
We don't prance round in white kid gloves,
Smellin' of grease and sassyfrack:
Our vittles amt honey and turtle-dovos,
And when zee kiss, it's a reg'lar smack.
We take things rough, but we swaller 'em whole
We don't pretend to be simperin pious;
And what we are fit for. blast my soul
If you want to know, come out and try us
These here United States, they say
Is owin' the world an outfit Of verse
Pike County III fix it, any day,
And who goes furder III fare the worse.
There's man lives out the peraira thar.
In an old shebang, as I've heard tootin'
And il his'n don't go through your hide and har.
It's nv opinion there II be some shootIn'.
A wild war.whoop resounded through the building,
and wilder apparition burst upon the scene. He was
dressed from head to foot In buckskin dyed fiery red
strnes of silver bells tinkled about him. his face
paipted in broad alternate bands OF green, yellow.
and crimson; o long scalp-lock, stifened with
eagles feathers reached halfway to the ceiling. INF
shanks ordered this report to be strong hope this viii
suit-Reporter In voice loud enough ~ drown th
whistle Of ten locomotives, he read in strange runis
chant the following poem, from manuscript signed
JOAQUIN written In letters o blood ou the tanned hide o
q Comanche princess:
Far ON the hot Apachop plain
| sinched the girth ana buckled the rein:
The glorious girl behind me sang.
But spIang to the saddle without q pang,
And gave the spur to my wild mustang.
Aud coil of the loose riata's fold
Over his fanks like q serpent rolled,
As bis hoofs went forward, and forward and on,
TIN tbe plau and the hills and the girl, were gone
The forests of cactus stabbed and stung
The sun beat down on my skinless tongue,
The dust was thick in my simmering mouth,
And whirwind of flame came out Of the South,
From the dry bananas, whose fiery hair
singed the monkeys and parroquets there.
| crashed through the flame, dashed Ger the sand
Bearing my songs in my red right hand,
Bearing the songs Of the Western land,
Tender and glowing and fierce and grand.
Take them and read them and yield me the crown
Which the old Sierras on me cast down
From peaks untrOdden, of gorgeous glare.
Cast down upon me and bade me wear.
And whose denies il he shall be
Struck, and despised. and spit on, by me,
As loathsome snake, as venomous thing,
Fit but 10 swelter and crawl and sting.
And build his cell In the rotten, rank
Recess Of noisome toadstool bank.
While ], like hawk in tho splendid sky.
Scream revenge as wheel on high.
And the sound Of my screaming shall never die
OBirUARY.-Ananias Longoow Of our City Department
yesterday fell thrown from the thirdsory WIN
dows Of s TRIBUNE building No cause 10 assianea '0s
the rash act.