Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-11-26
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From Seribnsr'sfor December.
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IN THE cOLoRAo PARK. lSaj
BY HHKT HARrF

well darn my skin!
You man grown and bearded and histin' such
stun eE that in
STUFF about gals and their sueethearts! No won-
der you re thin sz a knife
Look at me!-elsr two hundred-and never read
one in my life!
That's my opinion o. novels. And el to their
lyin' round here,
They belonged TO the Jeige's dauEhter-the
Jedge who came up last year
On account Of his lungs and the mountains and
the balsam o. pine and fir;
And his daughter-well, she read novels, and
that s what S the matter with her.
Yet she was sweet on the Jedge, and stuck by
him day aud night,
Alone in the cabin up yer-till she grew like a
ghost, all white.
She wus only slip Of thing, ez light and ez
up pand away
EZ rifle smoke blown through the woods, but
she was mt m, kind-no way!
speakiu' o gals, d 'ye mind that house ez you
rise the hill,
A mile and half from Whites, and list above
Mattingly's mill?
You dot Well now har's gall What, you
saw her! o, come new, thar, quitl
don't cotton one bit.
Now she's what call a gal-ez pretty and
plump ez quail;
Teeth ez white ez hounds and they d 90
through tenpenny nail;
Eyes that kin snap like cap. So she asked to
know "whar was hid"
She did! o, it's jist like her sass, for shs s
peart ez a Katy-did.
But what was talking Of? OF the ledge and
his daughter-she read
Novels the whole day long, and | reckon she
read them absd,
And sometimes she read them out loud to the
Jedge on the porch where he sat,
And twas how " Lord Augustus - said this,
and how Lady Blanche" she said that.
But the sickest Of all that heerd, was yarn
thct they read bout chap,
Misunderstanding by name, and hunter
chOck full o. the greenest o. sap;
And they asked me to hear, but | says, " Miss
Mabel. not any for me;
When likes kin sling my own lies, and thet
chap and should MT agree"
Yet somehow -or-other she was always sayin' |
brought her to mind
OF folks about whom she had read, or suthin be-
like of thet kind,
And thar warn't no end o. the names thet she
give me thet summer up here,
Robin Hood Leather stocking" Rob
Roy, %, Itch you the crtter queer.
And yet if she hadn't been spilled, she was
harmless enough in her way,
She could iabber in French to her dad, and they
said that she knew how to play,
And she worked me that shot pouch up thar
A. L. Al H.. L
And slippers you sec 'em down yer--ez would
cradle an lnjun's pappoose.
Yet along O. them novels you see, she was vast
in and mopin' away,
And then she got shy with her tongue, and at
last had nothin' to say;
And whenever happened around, her face it
was hid by book,
And it war MT until she left that she give me ez
much ez n look.
And this was the way it was. 1t was night
when KEN up here
To say to lem goodbye" for reckoncd to go
for deer
At I" sun up" the day they left So took em
all round by the hand,
'Ccpt Mabel, and she was sick ez they give me
to understand
But jist cz passed the house next morning at
dawn, some one,
| Like a little waver o. mist, got up on the hill
with the sun;
Miss Mabel it was. alone-all wrapped in a
mantle O. lace
| And she stood there straight in the read, with a
touch O. the sun in her face.
And she looked me right in the eyc-I'd seen
suthin like it before
When I hunted wounded doe to the edge O.
Clear Lake shore,
! And had my knee on its neck, and jist was
rasin' my knife
When it gave me look like that, and-well, it
got off with its life
"we are going today" she said, " and | thought
| Iwould say goodbye
| To YOU in your own house, Luke-these woods,
and the bright blue sky
You We always been kind to us, Luke, and papa
has found you still
! As good as the air he breathes, and wholesome
as Laurel Tree Hill.
"And we II always ,hink Of you. Luke, as the
thing we could not take away;
The basam that dwes in the woods, the rain
bow that lives in the spray.
Aud you II sometimes think of me, Luke, as you
know you once used to say,
A rife smoke blown through the woods, mo-
ment, but never to stay"
And then we shook hands She turned, but a.
! suddent she tottered and fell,
And caught her sharp by the waist, and held
her minit-well,
1t was only mint, you know, that ez cold and
| ez white she lay
| Ez snowflake here on my breast, and then
well, she melted away
! And was rome And thar are her books
but says not any for me,
Good enough may be for some, but them and
mightn't agree.
They spilled decent gal ez might hev made
some chap wife,
And look ut me--clar two huUdr, ,d--and never
read one in my life!
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