Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1880-06-03
THE SCOUTS IN CAMP.


Pile on few more pine knots, Tom
its snappin' cold tonight,
The wind, from Rocky Canyon cenie
/. with keenest kind O bite,
Lets hev arorsin' old capp-fre, an
then we'll have chat. ~ 4
Please hand my rife over hyar-mus
keep my paw on that!
A feller doesn't alters know iustwhei
he'll need his.gun-
just when the cussed Injun sneelSs a,
huntin arter fun.
Light up yer pipe, old pardner, thar
nothing like a smoke
10 fill the intermission thet's between
each yarn and joke.
II dent knowwhat's got inter me, flu
on the trail to-day, 1867
My thoughts hev been a-scoutin
round q camp thet's far away!
A camp thet's in Gd's country, nea
thet bright Ohio stream,a
An the iemrfes Of the past kee,
crowdin' me like dream! ~
| seed the old log farm house, wha
spent my early days, s
The school-house with its no'sy crew
the boys in all their plays. aaa, l.'.,
l could see the old red meetin'- house
: whar once | jined the church
Stood in with pious folks a while
then left 'em in the lurcht'a'
God bless that old red meetin' house
! tell ye, Tom, it makes
My heart heat, up. with warinest love
an every fiber quake,
When mem 'ries shoot across my trail
of all the joys I seed,
Afore iined the gin'ral rush in the
40 stampede!
Wha,a Chief! you, cussed IDIOT Don't
jump at every sound! s
But fill yourself with grass whoa
! Z boy! jlst quit thet snortin' round
Glt back thar to ergrazin that wal
wolf you heard
Or else the hootin Of an owl, or flat.
term Of birdl
"As | war sayin' Toni used ter lister
to the tai.
When the old gray-headed preacher
told us how to toe the chalk.
Ii ever thar war righteous man. I'll
back old Psrson Hurl
Ag'n7 the fyest Gospel sharp theteye,
slung the Word!
lie want as eloquent as some, an
didn't wear sich clothes
AS them thet hung gold spectacles
across pious nose,
But when it ccme to Gospel-talk tibet
overlook the heart,
Thesold man bplged away, ahead, an
played a leadin part!
when | growed to be IS, or SO,
mind I1sed ter sit.
An hear the parson drawing consola-
tion from the writ,
But somehow or another, no matter
how | tried,
| couldn't keep these eyes o'mine
from wanderin' to the side
Whar all the country gals d sit, in
the best Of Sunday clothes,
A-wonderin' arter meetin's out who'd
ketch the smartest beaus
This heart o'mine'd beat tattoo when
I'd git lovin look
From a daisy with her face half hid
behind her singin' book.
'An' when the benediction an Doxol-
ogy war played,
We'd draw up in q line outside the
door, an oh how 'fraid
used ter feel. afore my turn as each
successive beau t
Marched out O. ranks up to his gal,
an crooked his arm ye know!
But arter hookin' on myself, an STAR
tin down the lane
Toward her daddy's farm my courage
all come back again,
An then we'd laugh an chat an sing
an squeeze each others hands,
An say tbousan things that none
but lovers understands!
had the sweetest little gal that ever
slung a kiss,
An the days spent a-courtin' war
all gilt edged with bliss!
I'd 'a'married that thar beauty, Tom
# that tarnal cry of gold &
Hadn't like an ocean billow over all
the country rolled;
caught the fever, like the rest, an
kissed that gal goodbye,
An left her standin' in. the LAME with
sad an fearful eye!
promised to go back, Of course, at
no great distant day.
But when a man gifts in these hills
he's liable to stay.
I hunted gold industriously, but
{. couldn't make a stake,
An then emigrated hyar endeavorin'
ter make, Sm.di.fs.s ae
Enough to take me home but failed
and then for Uncle Sam "
| started hnntin' lnguns on the trail
an ,hyar l ami s-,,r -ygri :
But some day Tom, I MAY go back to
take d peep around 'lii3f
At the old familiar objects on my ear
ly stampin' ground
Look up the gal?' not muchi old
pard; Ill bet thet country school
Is educatin' kinds o'hess--who Chief!
you 'tarnel fool!s
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The receipts OF cotton at Hous.