The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-06-28

And furl his wrinkled sail
And thank the heavenly Master,
Who saved him through the gale.
But what is the use in talkin'-
I'm Just Dustin with joy;
believe could whoop like an Injun!
And you tell me it's boy,
And she called him for her father?
You see, she don't forget
The old man who used to nurse her
And play "peep" with his pet"
Stranger, your story has called up
A night long, long ago;
The night came to this mountain
Through binding wreaths Of snow.
We came in Conestoga-
Only my wife and L;
She but the bride of twelvemonth
Slender and coy and shy.
We started in shinin' weather:
But then it blew up cold,
And the snow fell thick and heavy
And down the mountain rolled
In drifts as big as the wagon =
All, SIR, that was storm!
Each tree was decked off in feathers,
Pretty, but not SO warm.
Night hedged us al about,
And then began to wonder
How we'd weather it out.
just then, as my luck would have it,
Jane said she felt quite queer;
Can you dream how felt then, sir,
And not q woman near?
The wind moaned among the branches,
/ thought it would pierce me through;
Said !, "Jane, there's but one of me
My coat may save you t'rO."
She cried, and refused to take it
Man-like, had my way;
Then on that mountain l knelt down,
And oh, how did pray!
Prayed for the night to be over,
Prayed for human form,
Prayed for the Father to shelter
NY pride and hope from harm.
l think he bent down to listen,
For, way up there on high,
Angels came out with little lamps
And hung them in the sky.
l cracked the whip over Rosin.
Told Jim to git along,
And then, with rush, we started
broke into song;
Not that l felt much like singin',
But mad often heard
Women in James way were skeery,
So sung like bird.
Well, I reached this place bout midnight
And thanked God with smile;
Then ran to the nearest neighbOr-
And that was half mile.
At the door kicked and pounded,
And made my trouble known
YOu can bet your bottom dollar
/ didn't come back alone.
The women-folks built fire,
And stood out in the hall,
And there shivered and trembled
Until there came squall;
II wasn't much of holler,
But then 1t gave me start,
And ever since that blest moment
I've had bigger heart.
But pshaw let us change the subject,
You are too young man
To grasp such delicate questions,
or yet to understan';
So I'll not bother you further
Bout Jennie's babyhood;
But anyhow, this mi say,
She was pretty and good.
What's the use keepin' secret?
She married gainst our will,
A lad by the name of Jackson,
Whose father kept the mill.
j thought him too young and shiftiess,
Though he was big and strong,
And told my daughter, kindly,
He'd never get along.
I'll not soon forget her answer,
Twas spoken like queen.
Said che II will take chances,
Whatever comes between"
What I said don't remember
My anger did the rest,
And that night Jennie and Jackson
Left for the distant West.
No one can tell what l suffered
walked around all day
With 8 face as white as chalk, sir,
And tried, but could not pray.
Now man can't reach his Maker
With heart so full Of scorn
Against All honest fellowman
Who for some good was born.
You ask did I forgive Jennie?
My precious little kid!
Big tears swept away my hate, sir;
Forgive OF course did!
Git outi do you think I'm crazy?
Bill wasn't half so tall;
Had Q scar where Jake Hill hit him
For bitin' brother Paul.
les, under the beard, by lingo!
Forgive the words sed
When you and Jennie were courtin'
And after you were wed.
] wish was out in Kansas
One day in Tuscaloo;
/ believe / would eat that baby
That's just what would do.
hartley CAMPBELL.