Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-10-05

From the Buffalo Courier.l

From the Buffalo Courier.l
oung man, am tired and weary, and Ill
borrow your chair for awhile.
TO sit by your once window, where the gold
en- sunbesms smile,
For I've travelled some miles since morning.
although am old and grey.
10 .ss Uncle Sam's pet hobby, the Jast White
mail today.
How time keeps ringing his changes; It 'aint
many years ago
siucs travelled this ssnae road. younesAsr. tn
sstage coach, old and slow.
There wasn't sign of railroad, nor teie-
graph pole in sight,
And the earth lay asleep In mantle o snow
fakes pure aud white.
"A little log-csbin yonder. peeped out ct the
edge of the woods,
Like the nutbrown face Of . maiden. from
under . mow-white hood.
Ana there we unhitched our horses In twi-
light, cold and grey,
To rest In the brown log-csbin. til the dawn
Of another asy.
Then I came here again the next sumner.
when the meadows with grass were green,
When the birds in the oaks were singin', and
the fish were at play 10 the stream:
And / built In Q little clearing, way yonder
over the hill.
cabin O. logs nnd brush wood and stranger,
1--we there still
But the cabin o. logs has vanished, and there
stands in its place to-day
A nar,sfon a. brick and granite while over
across the way
My lad has built him . cottage. . cottage he
calls his own.
That DISCOUNTS the big brick mansion where
the old man isn't at home.
Tor old dogs don't learn new habits, and an
old mans hard 10 please,
II sint easy to rest from labor when one isn't
used to ease;
Yet don't know as I'd be willin. to toll in the
perkin' for paper dotiors, and kttltn' both
Aeayt and trais.
Once week we got our mails then, folks
want In hurry TO 80,
They didn't think that the stage-coAch was
lumberin', old and slow,
And you couldn't have made us believe 1t, II
you'd argued al hour or more,
fhey'd be carrying mails BY steam po'oer, and
MroVin' en- OF at he door.
Now cars run over their rosdways with the
speed of gust o. wind,
They've left the lumberin' stage coach and the
old fashioned ways behind.
And they tell me, TO lands far westward, where
the eagle has left its tail,
Uncle sAn Is sendtn' 'em letters BY way Of .
fast white mail.
90 I've driven from horne since morning al
though am old and gray,
II, n 1ucIa Ia net hobby.
mail today:
beats an old msn like me.
They've the ocean mail reAdih py ''the queen
Of the inland sea.
Well, times Is = chsnpin' surely. one is never
too old to learn.
Though there may he flaws In the marble that
my old eyes can't discern.
Yet I'm tired o. the deAcons croskih, anu
wish that he'd ''gve us rest =
Gods r,nnin' the worid, IIeckon, d1d Nc doeth
what seems TIE best.
Now ri move my chair here. youngste-, and
sit where the bright sun sini!es,
'Till hear on the curve. down yonder, the
whistle o old John Miles.
For they tell me he's ruunin' the engine on
the fast white mali to-.iay,
And h. runs like 4 wild young fellow, il his
hair IL turuin' grey.
The old man sat by the window till we saw
DER the curve below,
The smoke from the engine rising like the
wings Of great black crow.
Then he erept with gait unsteady a"ross DER
ths office floor.
And stood like = statue. watching the train
from the open door
II came like great white arrow tipped with
barb o. steel,
Spurning the road beneath II with the touch
Of its irvn-sh ID heel,
Catching the mail while passing with . de
mons outstret. he'd hand,
To be scattered In showers OF blessing. Rfur
DER the peaceful land.
Miles, with HIS hand on the lever looked out
~ he passed the door,
Looked out at the sunbeAms stealing adown
toward the lakes green shore,
Then pulled tine throttle wide open, and
seemed with his hair % say,
Uncle Sam, ..ave run like lightning with
your fest. white mail to-day"
the mail below,
"Aye times IL fast" he muttered, "for that
idea sint slow
And then ~ away they vanished with dash
like a comets tail,
He said, Old Time y0s're eackcred BY steam
assd the fast WAite Maii."
RI Cary. Jr.
6EPrExBER II. 1875.