The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1879-07-31

THE RAVEN,
Az . Dutchman Saw IL:
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vOnce upon Won midnIte dreary as pondered, weak
und weary,
ofer many slas, uf lager vOt drank in days of
yOre,
In my bed vos faschd nRbblng, ven dream heert
some dapplhg
As II somevOn gently drowning brlckbats at my wood
shed-door
"Dis dot Snyder poy," muttered, trying 10 preak
my voOdshed door
Only dis, und nOdlng moren
Yah, distinctly remember it vos in dot pleak De-
cember,
Und each seberate dying ember vos gone oud long
pefore.
Dot nlde felt quoide heardy, for Louise vent to a
bardy,
Und Of course drank more lager as nefer did pc
fore;
Bud schdlll I know dot Something's schdruek my
oudside voodshed-door-
Only dot und nodlng more.
From oud mine bed makes Won jumb und see vot
vos dis drubbe.
Mine Got! vot makes mine legs so weak feel so not
pefore?
Ischarcecould walk, could not talk. mine mind
was In mudde;
But dought twas johnny Snyder dryln' to open
schud mine door,
Und init cabbagesdumps to hit me as he often doned
pefore-
Dis said. und nodlng more
Py-und-py IvOs got PRAYER, den takes mine gun
iund saber
Und schloy walks mIdout mine pants up to mine
voodshed-door;
Und dare for Won half hour sdood mitout no power
SO weak vOs could not lift mine hands up any
more;
But aevonce got more polder, und I opened vide
the door
Plack az darkness nodlng more.
Deep indo dot plackuess peeplng, all around mine
vood'hed creeping,
Dreaming dreams no Butchman efer dare to dream
pefore;
The silence vos unbroken und the stiffness gave no
token,
But hear somebody spoken; you will ware dem
pants no MORE"
"Vot is dot?" cried, and someding answered back
the vord mo more'-
Merely dis, und nodIng more.
Back indo my bedroom turning, all mine sole mItin
me burning;
Den vonce more heert tapping, somedlng louder
Now cries oud; "Dunder vedder. vot the Devil lch
the madder!
Surely dis alnt johnny Snyder hitting cabbage NIT
mine doorP
No 1dink dis cannot be, for bet, by glmmlnee
Twas the Wind, und noding more"
oben here flung mine window ven dare all at vonce
came indo
ding just like big plack cat never saw before;
vnarftI ui nlr ha fa
sdoped nor sdayed he
His pack he bumped und den he iumpded upon
mine bedroom-door,
Where mine Sunday pants vos hanging Just across
mine bedroom door
Dare he sat, und noding more.
The air den vos so funny, for 1t schmells no more
like honey,
Und den squvease mine nose hard until 1t vas
quvide sore.
Den vince cried NIT all my mlde; 'I wont to ware
mine pants to-nlde;
Und of you dlnk dot vos dlghd chust chump down
of dot floor"
Again heard 1t gently say; you'll ware dem pants
no more"
Dis II said, und noding more.
"PrOHd" said I, ding of eal prohd sdlll II dorg
devil,
For vat you comes into mine houseH want you
here no more.
Leafe no ding here as doken Of dot vich you hafe
spoken
You go home, vas not joking, for dole you vonce
PEI
Chust Do - dat smell from out mine house, und
Jump down of mine door,"
But vinked, und said no more.
Now to all vot have mention IL psyed no great at
tention
Und den vos got madder as never vas pefore;
Mine plood vas hot as polling, mine Sunday pants
vas schpoiling
door
Den NIT Won fearful schroke schruck, IL fell down
on the floor
Twas schunk. und noding more.