St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1880-05-29
ST. LANDRY DEMOCRAT.
OPELOUSAS, LOUISIANA,
THE SCOUTS " CAMP.


Pile on few more pine knots. Tom; it's snap
pin cold tonight
The wind from Rocky Canon comes with keenes
kind o bite
Let's hey rousin' OLD camp fire, an then well
have a chat:
Please hand my rife over hyar-must keep nv
paw on that.
Teller doesn't alters know iist when he IL neec
Jist when the cusscd Injun sneaks ar huntin'
arter fun.
Light ,ur yer pipe old pardner thar's nuthin
- Ike smoke
10 ill the intermission thet's atween each warn
or joke.
- don't know what's got inter me, fur on the
trail to-day,
My thungilts hev bin scoutin', round camp
thtt's Ear away!
camp thet's in Gods country near tibet
bright Ohio stream,
An the mem rles OF the past KEEP crowdin' on
me like dream
| seed the old log farm house whar' spent nv
carly days;
The school house with it's noisy crew; the bows
IL all their plays;
could see the Old red meetin' house Whar' once
lined the church.
Stood in with pious folks while, then left EN-
In the lurCh.
God bless that old red meetin' house. tell We,
Tom. it makes
Ny heart heat up with warmest love, an every
fiber quakes.
When mem rles shoot across my trail. of all the
joys seed.
Afore lined the gin raj rush in the '49 STAN
(l1o1, CHi:t? yon cussed idiot! Don't jump at
Best I'LL ycrself with grass-whoa, boy! jist quit
tibet s;ortin round!
Glt back thar to Yer grazin'-that war wolf
Or else the hootn of an owl or futterin' of
bildD
As | var sayin', Tom, 1 used to listen to the
hem ha, I'D
to toe the chalk.
If ever thar Tar a righteous man I'll back old
Parson Hurd
Agin the tiycst Gospel sharp tibet ever sIung the
Word!
He wan t as eloquent as some, an didn't wear
sch clothes
As them tibet hung gold spectacles across a MONS
But when it comes to Gospel-talk tibet overlook
the hcaTt
The old man hulged away ahead, an played a
leadln part.
When growed to be eighteen, or So mind
used ter sit
An hear the parson DRAWN consolation from
the writ;
But some how or another no matter how T
tried,
couldn keep these eyes O. mine from wander
III to the side
Nhar all the country gals d sit in the hest n
Sunday clothes,
WonderIn arter meetin's out, Who'd ketch the
smartest beauS!
This heart . mined beat tattoo when I'd oft q |
iovin' look
From daisy with her face half hid behind her
slngln book!
= An when, the benediction an Doxology war
We'dd draw up in line outside the door, an oh,
how ,fraid
used ter feel, fore nv turn as each successive |
beau
Marched out o ranks up to his gal, an crooked |
his arm ye know!
But arter hookin' myself, an startin' down
Toward her daddy's farm. my courage all came
back again,
An then we'd laugh, an chat, an sing, and
squeeze each others hands,
An say a thousan things that none but lovers
understand!
An the days / spent sparkin' war all gilt-edged
with bliss
I'd married that thar beauty, Tom. if that
tarnal cry of gold
Hadn't like an ocean billow over all the country
rolled.
caught the fever like the rest an kissed the
An left her standin' in the lane with sad an
fearful eye!
promised to go back, of course at no great dis
tant day.
But when man gets in these hills he's liable to
stay.
L hunted gold industriously, but couldn't
make a stake,
An then L emigrated hyar, endeavorin' ter
make W.
enough to ia Ike me home, but failed-an' then
fur Uncle Sam
started hnntin' lnjuns on the trail, an hyar
am!
BUT some day, Tom, may go back to take
1t the old familiar objects on my early stampin'
ground
Look up tibet gal not much. old pard I'll bet |
tibet country school r
8 educatin,, kids o hers-whoa Chief!you 'tarnal
foolI' -
-" Wyoming Kat in the Detroit Free Press. Y