The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1880-05-22
THE SCOUTS IN CAMP.

pile on a few more pine knots. Tom; it's snap
The wind from Rocky Canon comes with keenest
Let's hev rousin' old camp fire. an then wen
Please hand my rifle over hyar-must keep my
paw on that
Teller doesn't alters know jist when hell need
Jist when the cussed Iniun sneaks ar huntin'
arter fun. -
Light up yer pipe, old pardner. thars nuthin'
To fiji the intermission thet's atween each yarn
or joke.
IL don't know what's got inter me. fur on the
My thoughts Sey bin a scoutin', round camp
A camp thet's in Gods country near tibet
bright Ohio stream,
me like dream!
seed the old log farm house. whar' spent my
The school house with its noisy crew; the boys
could see the Old red meetin house, wharf once
jined the church
Stood in with pious folks while, then lett en-
in the lurch!
God bless that old red meetin house! l tell We,
Tom. it makes
NV heart heat mp with warmest love, an every
When mem RES shoot across my trail. of all the
joys seed,
Afors .sa lined the sin'ral rush in the - STAN
Who'd. Chief yon cussed IDIOT Don't jump at
Best I'll yerself with grass-whoa. boy! iist quit
tibet snortln roundl ,s
you heard
Or else the hootin of an owl, or 1utterin' of .
birdD
As war fayin'. Tom. used to listen to the
When the old gray-headed preacher told us how
to toe the chalk.
II ever thar war a righteous man I'll back old
Agin the nycst Gospel sharp tibet ever slung the
He want as eloquent rs some. an didn't wear
As them tibet hung gold spectaclcs across pious
But when !. comes to Gospel-talk tibet overlook
The old man bulged away ahead. an played
leadin part!
when gowed to be eighteen, or SO. mind
used ter sit
An hear the parson drawin' consolation from
the writ;
But some how or another, no matter how
tried,
couldn't keep these eyes o mine from wander
in TO the side
whar all the country gals d sit. in the best o
Sunday clothes,
wonderin arter meetin's out, who'd ketch the
This heart o mined beat tattoo when I'd git q
lovin look
From q daisy. with her face half hid behind her
singin book!
AN when, the benediction an Doxology war
We'd draw. up in line outside the door, an oh,
how 'fraid
used ter feel afore my turn, as each successive
Marched out o ranks up to bis gal, an crooked
his arm, We know!
But after hookin' on myself. an startin' down
Toward her daddy's farm my courage all came
An then we'd laugh, an chat. an sing. and
squeeze each others hands,
An say thousan' things that none but lovers
~ had the sweetest little gal that evr slung a
An the days spent sparkin' war all gilt-sdeed
I'D married that thar beauty, Tom, if that
'tarnai cry Of gold
Hadn't like an ocean bilIow over all the country
Icaueht the fever, like the rest, an kissed the
An left her st.ndin' in the lane with sad an
Ipromlsed to 90 back, of course. At no great dis
But when man gets in these hills he's liable to
stay.
II hunted gold industriously. but couldn't
make stake,
An then l smiefated hyar. endeavorin' ter
make
Enough to take me home. but failed-an' then
fur Uncle Sam
started huntin' Iniuns on the trail. an hyar I
But some day. Tom. may 60 back to take q
peep around
At the old familiar objects on my early stampin'
ground
Look MP tibet gal p not much, old pard; Ill bet
tibet country school
Iseducatin' kids o hers-whoa. Chiefly you tarnal
foolr' 's