The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-09-07
The Fate OF the FrOnticrsman.

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contains the following. Any one who has read
Joaquin Miller Will recognize the clcyerness OF
The parody 4
That whisky jug, For, dry or wet,
My tale will need It's help, you beti
We made for the dos TT, she aud l.,
Though life was loatisDmc, anil love n lie,
And she gaEcd on me with her glorious eye,
But all the samc-I let her del
Fer why; There was barely water for one
In the small %cantcen. and OF proycndor. nonci
a splendid snake with an emerald scale
Slid before us along the trail,
with n famishcd parrot pecking its head;
And, scizing n huge aud dark brown rock
IN her dark brown hands, ~ you crush q crock,
win the dark brown rock she crushed it dead.
But ere her teeth in its flesh could meet,
laid her rs dead rs the snake at my feet,
And grabbed the snake for myself to eat.
The plain stretched wide, from side to side,
AS bare and blistered and cracked and dried
AS n moccasin sole Of buffalo hide.
And my throat grew hot rs I walked the trail,
My blood in II sizzle, my muscles dry.
n crimson glare in my glorious eye,
And ! felt my sinews Wither and fail,
I'm ohe WHO mas ihSihheu, Tor MY nights,
His pile in q hell Of gambling delights,
And is kicked at dawn from bottls and bed,
And sent to the gulchcs without n red.
There was no penguin 10 pick or pluck
No armadillo's throat to be stuck,
Not even 4 billbrrry's bali Of blue,
To slush my tongue with its indigo dcw,
And the dry, brown palm trees ratified and roarcd,
Like the swish and swizzle of Walkers sword.
] was nigh rubbed out; when far away,
A sllanty, baked in the furnace Of day,
Andl petercd on, for an hour or more,
Til ] dropped, like n NANCY hound, at the door.
No soul to be secn; but a basin stood
ON the bench, with a mess OF dubious fool,
stringy and doughty and lumpy AMI thick
As the clay ere dame has turned it to brick.
j gobblcd 1t up with q furious fire,
\ prairie squall of hungry desire,
And strength came back when, 10! u scream
Closed my tomacha and burst my dream
she stood before me. as 1.-the and tall
As a musqueet bush on the Pino's wall;
Fierce as the Iuni panther's leap,
Fair rs the slim Apache sheep.
A lariat draped her broad brown hips,
And she stood and glared with parted lips,
While piercing stitches and mhddcning shoots
Alan through my body. from brain to boots.
u would have clasped her, but ere l could,
NV huhA pu'h V al . tNHIptsthoub Hpulp
And screamed in a voice like a tiger. cats;
"iou've gene and EFT UP my pizen for ratsi 7"
My blood grew limp and my hair grew hard
As the stcely tail Of the desert, pard;
j sank at her feet. convulsed and pale,
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 yom can't tear me from the truth l cry,
That life is loathsome and love a lie.
She Ii ted me up TO her bare brown face;
She cracked my ribs in her brown embrace;
And there in the shanty, side by eide,
Each on the others bosom died.
She'c now the mistress of Buffalo Bill.
And pure as the hear of a lily still;
While | have killed all who cared for me,
And I'm just as lonely as ! can be;
So pass the whisky-well have u spree,