The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1876-09-01
POETRY.
Bayard Taylor's Travesty ON Joaquin
Miller.

Bayard Taylor's new book, "The Echo Club,
contains the following. ANY one who has read Joaqui
Miller will recognize the cleverness of the lines BIZ
low:
THE FATE OF THE FkoNrIERsMAN.
That whisky jug! For, dry or wet.
MY tale will need its help, you bet.
We made for the desert she and /.
Though life was lonesome, and love a lie.
And she gazed on me with her glorious eye,
But all the same-I let her die! s".
For why? There was barely water for one r
In the small canteen, and of proyender, nonei
splendid snake with an emerald scale
Slid before us along the trail.
With famishcd parrot pecking it's heads
And, seizing huge and dark brown rock
In her dark brown hands, as you crush crock
With the dark brown rock she crushed 1t dead.
But ere her teeth in Its flesh could meet,
I laid her as dead as the snake at my feet,
And grabbed the snake for myself to eat.
The plain stretched wide from side to side.
As bare and blietered and cracked and dried
As moccasin sole of buffalo hide.
And my throat grew hot as walked the trail,
My blood In sizzle, my muscles dry, :
crimson glare in my glorious eye.
And felt my sinews wither and fail,
Like one who has lavished, Tor fifty nights,
His pile In hell OF gambling delights,
And is kicked at dawn from bottle and bed, "a
And sent to the gulches without red.
There was no penguin to pick or pluck
No armadillo's throat TO be stuck,
Noteven billberrys ball of blue,
To slnsh my tongue with its indigo dew,
And the dry. brown palm trees ratified and roared,
Like the swish and swizze of Walkers sword.
WAS nigh rubbed out when far away,
shanty, baked In the furnace of day, ia
And petered on, for an hour or more, y.s
Till ! dropped, hike NANCY hound, at tine door.
No soul to be seen; but basin stood
On the bench, with mess of dubious food
Strinpy and doughy and lumpy and thick
AS the clay ere the flame has turned it to brick.
1 gobbled it up with furious fire,
A prairie squall of hungry desire,
And strength came back when, 10 la scream
Closed my stomach and burst my dream.
She stood before me. as 1.-THE and tall
As musgueet bush on Pino's wall; .s
Fierce as the Zuni panther's leap .-94
Fair as the slim Apache sheep.
A lariat draped her broad brown hips, 4
And she stood and glared with parted lips, s {a
While piercing stitches and maddening shoots
Ran through my body from brain TO boots.
I would have clasped her, but ere Icould,
She flung back her hairs tempestuous hood;
And screamed in a voice like tiger-eat's, ...,,
50 You've gone and ett up my pizen for ratsr'
My blood grew limp and my hair grew hard
AS the steely tail of the desert. pard
sank at her feet. eonvulsed and pale z.
And kissed in my anguish her brown toe-nail.
You may rip the cloud from the frescoed sky
Or tear the man from his place in the moon
Fur from the buzzard and plumes from the coon,
But you can't tear me from the truth cry
That life is loathsome and love lie.
She lifted me up to her bare brown face:
She cracked my ribs in her brown embrace;
And there in the shanty side by side,
Each on the others bosom died.
She's now the mistress of Buffalo Bill,
Ale pure as the heart of lily still; a5i
While / have killed all who cared for me,
And I'm just as lonely as can be;
20 pass the whisky-we'll haYe spree.
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