The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1876-09-15
BaYARD TAYLOR'S TRAYESTY
JO4OUIN MILLER.

Bsyard Taylor's new book, !" The Echo Club,
contains the following. Any one whe has read Joa
quin Miller will recognize the cleverness of the line
5clow:
THE PATE or THE FRONTIERsMAS.
That whisky jugi For dry wet,
My tale will need its help, you beti
We made for the desert, she and I,
Though life was loathsone, and love lie,
But all The same-I let her die7
For whyf There was barely water for one
In he small canteen, aud pTOvendeT none
A splendid snake with an emerald scale
slid before along the trail.
With famishe1 parrot pecking its head;
And, seizing huge dark brown rock
In her dark brown nands, as you crush eroeki
4 ith the dark brown rock she crushed II dead
Bnt ere her teeth in its fesh could meet.
laid her dead as the snake at my feet,
And grabbed the snake for myself 70 est
The plain stretched wide, from side to side.
AS bare and blistered and cracked and dried
As a moccasin sole of buffalo hide
And my throat grew hot as walked the traili
My blood in sizzle, my muscles dry
crimson glare in my glorious eye,
And felt NV sinews wither and fall,
Like one who has lavished for fifty nights,
HIS pile in a hrii of gambling delights,
Aud is kicked at dawn from bottle and bed,
And sent to the gulchss without red,
There WIS no penguin to pick or pluck
No, No aTmadillo,s los throat 70 4 be stuck, tuck,
To slish my tongue with its indigo dew,
And the dry, brown palm trees ratified and roared
Like the swish ana SWiZZle OF Malker s sword
was nigh rubbed out; when far away,
shanty, baked in the furnace Of day,
And petered on, for an hour more,
Till dropped. like maugy hound, at the door
No soul to he seen; but basin stood
On the bench, with mess OF dubious food,
Stringy and doughty and lumpy and thick
As the clay ere fame has turned It to brick.
! gobbled il up with furious fire,
A prairie squall Of hungry desire,
And strength came back when, 10 scream
Closed my stomach and burst my dream
She stood before me. as 1.-the and tall
As n m0squeet bush on the PinOs wall
Fierce as the Zuni panther's leap,
FAN the slim pache sheep.
\ lariat draped her broad brown hips,
And she stood and glared with parted lips,
While piercing stitches and maddening shoots
Ran through my body from brain TO boots
I would have clasped her. but ere / could,
She flung back her hairs tempcstuous hood,
And screamed in voice like tiger cats
a. You've gone and EFT up my pizen for rats -
My blood grew limp and my hair grew hard
As the steely tail of the desert, pad;
l sank at her feet convulsed and pale,
And kissed in my anguish her bros n toe-nail.
You may nj p the cloud from the frescoed sky
Or tear the man from his place in the moon,
Fur from the hIZZaTd and plumcs fiom the Coont
But you can't tear me from the truth cry,
That life is loathsome and love a lie.
She lifted me.up 10 her bare brown face
She cracked by bones in her brown embrace;
And there in the shnnty, side by side,
Each the others bosom died.
She's now the mistress Of Buffalo Bill.
And pure IS the heart of lilly still
White have killed all who cared for me,
Ind Pm just as lonely as | can be;
SO pass the whisky we'll have a spree