The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-04-19

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COLONEL SHARK.
By rHs AurHop OF "sr. ABE AND HIS SEVEN wIvr..,

COLONEL SHARK.
BIZ TEE AUrHoR or est. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. u
"a full-formed Horse will, in any market.
bring from twenty to as high as two hundred
friedTichs dor: such ID his worth to the world
A full-formed Man is not only worth nothing
to the world, but the world could afford him
round would he simply engage to go and
hang himself - Sartor ReSGrtus.
was raised in the land where the sun don't set,
An1 the men amt crook-neok squashcs;
I cail see fur as most I've met,
And know what almighty bosh is.
1 guess rile when I see snake,
And I jedge dog by his bark.
I'm putty considerable wide awake
So I do admire at my own mistake
In the matter Of Cunnle Shark.
The Cunnle he was the pride of the place,
And bis ways were must smazin';
The hair was singed from his cheeks and face
With etarnal powder-blazin'.
His skin was covered with red tattoo
Like a tree with streak'd-up back;
He'd bsen ripped and riddled till all vas blue;
You'd star spell if you had heard few
ofthe ways of Cunnle Shark.
One eye was glass, and the other real,
His cheeks were SCARED and bony,
A bullet had blown away his heel,
So he limp'd on an iron pony.
For hands he'd only thumb on his right,
And nothin' else to remark;
With his left, guess, lie used to fight.
And to see his style was pleasant sight,
For curious man was Shark.
The Cunnle he had hickory stick,
All notches you couldn't number,
For he took his knife and he made nick
When he sent man to slumber;
He notchd it neat as an AImanack,
Or ledger kept by city clerk; [crackF
Twas "Blood and thunderl stick shckl cricl
And he wiped his tools, and he turned his bacl
To nick the slain, did Shark.
His style in the street was sight to see,
And the way'd be cleared politely,
And he'd chaw and swagger and spit so free.
With his glass eye glaring so brightly.
At the bar he'd stand and the paper read,
AS ready to bite as bark,
And the folk would whisper, they would indeed
"Ah! there's man who's no punkin seedIp
The pride O. the place was Shark.
What had he done7 Why he'd fought and bic
And was ready late and early;
He shot his own brother as dead as lead,
On pint of honor fairly.
He'd never aince, and he paid his way,
And he never drew in the dark;
He'd been known to sarse six men in day.
And sure as there rose fray,
Why, in went Cunnle Shark.
Though the bullets were thick as hail, someho,
He'd keep as fresh as a tulip,
Then out he'd come and wipe his brow,
Aud call for sherry julep.
His life by a sort of charm was kept,
And the smartest missed their mark:
So when on the shady side he stept,
To the other side creation creapt,
At the sight of Cunnle Shark
The Cunnle drank with his friends down her,
And let 'em pay for the liquor;
But his way with strangers was rather quee
Sharper, guess, and quicker.
When stranger enter'd, he'd rile few,
And his brow would wrinkle dark:
"Stranger," he'd say, am liquor with youIg
And if the poor cuss said "I'm dern'd if you do
Why, in went Cunnle Shark.
There was manifest the sort o grit
You don't raise out Of Ameriky,
Honest and ready, lickity split,
For white man, niger or Cherokee;
And useful in bringin' of Cain to book
When thieves were beginnin' to lark;
And the Sheriff of Grizzly, R. s. Rookie,
Was the only party that dared to look
In the eye of Cunnle Shark.
Whenever the Sheriff had work on hand,
And derned deep case to tunnel,
He'd load his persuaders and dress up granC
And send up town for the Cunnle;
Then off they'd slip and the thieves pursue,
And hunt EN- light and dark,
And ivin' or dead they'd nail the crew,
And drunk for week they'd be, them two,
The Sheriff and Cunnle Shark.
Now when men are particlar great,
OF the same proud flesh and feather
The same free airth, by kind O. fate,
| Won't hold them both together,
And it came about that these two fine cocks,
All filter, Autter and squark,
Began to fret IN the same old box,
And each grew sarsier in his socks,
The Sheriff and Cunnle Shark.
Friends they had been, and well content;
But the best o. weather grows windy,
Aud they saw the chaps, wherever they went
Lookt out by rights for the shindy;
To funk because they were bosom friends,
Would be to miss the mark,
And so to serve the public ends,
To Cherisss Store each party wends,
The Sheriff and Cunnle Shark.
WAL how 1t ris, and which side began,
know no more'n niger,
But the Cunnle ne clean ript up his man
Before he could touch a trigger;
And R. S. Rookie, for partin' spell.
Made this yer dyin' remark,
''Cunnle, yur hand" (then he Topped and fell
"Of all the game critters that's out O. hell
The gamestis CunnIe Sharklp
So Cunnle Shark was left alone
For our particular glory,
And he stalk'd about,and the place was his owl
And was praised in song and story;
And when the Sheriff had run mis- race.
And been snufFed like any spark,
1t soon was settled in all the place
That the Sheriff's post, as an act of grace,
Should go to Cunnle Shark.
(So We washed our faces and fx'd our clothes,
And got up deputation,
And down to the end of the town we goes
For the Sherih's conservation;
And cooking under his Kansas hat
His old glass eye to mark,
With his legs in the air, as lean as a rat,
Squirting the juice around him, sat
The pride o the people, Shark.
"CuInle!" says I; and "Sirl" he says,
And "Cunnlel' again I utter'd
"You air the pride of the human race,
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