Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1880-04-09

THE SCOUTS IN CAMP.
DY WYOMING KIT.

pile on few more pine knots, Tom; it's
snappin cold tonight
The wind from Rocky Canon comes with
keenest kind % bite
Lets hev rousin' old camp fire, an then
We'll have u chat.
Please hand my rifle over hycr-mus' keep
my paw ON that
A Teller doesn't alters know jist when he'll
need his gun
Jist when the cussed Injun sneaks ar huntin'
arter fun.
Light up yerpipe, old pardner; thar'snuthin'
like Il smoke
yarn or joke:
| don't know what's got inter me, for on the
trail to-day,
My thoughts hey bin ascoutin' round a camp
thet's far away
A camp thet's in Gods country near tibet
bright Ohio stream,
An the mem'rics of the past KEEP crowdn'
on me like dream
| seed the Old log farm house, whar spent
my early days;
The school house with its noisy crew; the
boys in all their plays;
could see the old red meetin' house whar'
once | iined the church.
Stood in with pious folks awhile, then left
EN- in the lurch
"Gol bless that cd red meetin' house tell
you Tom, it makes
My heart heat up with warmest love, an
every fiber quakes,
When mem'rics shoot across my trail, of all
the joys | seed,
Aiore | jned the gin'ral rush in the 40
stampede!
(IVhoa, CHIEF! you cussed idiot on'tjump
at every sound
Best fill yerself with grass-whoa, boy list
quit that snortin round
Git back thar to yer graZin--that war II
wolf you heard
Or else the hootin' OF an owl, or nutterin' of
bird ,
CAS- | war sayin', Tom, used to listen to the
talk,
When the old gray headed preacher told us
how to toe the chalk
fever thar war righteous man I'll back old
Parson Hurd
Agn the ilycst Gospel sharp that ever flung
the Word
He want as eloquent as some, an didn't
wear SIGH clothes
As them that hung gold spectaces across u
piOus nose;
But when it come to Gospel talk thet over
took the heart,
The old man bulged away ahead an played
a leadin' part
" When growed to be 10, or so, | mind
used ter sit
An hear the parson drawin' consolation from
the writ;
But somehow or another, no matter how
tried,
| couldn't keep these eyes o mine from wan
derin' to the side
Where all the country gals'd sit, in the best
o Sunday clothes,
A wonderin' arter meetin's out, who'd ketch
the smartcst beaus.
This heart o mined heat tattoo when I'd git
a lovin' look
From daisy with her face half hid behind
her singin' book
"And when the benediction an Doxology
war played
Wed draw up in a line outside the door, an
oh, how 'fraid
| used ter feel afore my turn, as each success
sive beau
Marched out % ranks up to his gal, an
crooked his arm, We know
But arter hookin' on myself, and startin'
Toward her daddys farm, my courage all
come back again,
An then we'd laugh, and chat, an sing, an
squceZc--each others hands,
An say 4 thousan' things that none but
lovers understand
al had the sweetest little gal that ever slung
a kiss,
An the days ! spent sparkin' war all gilt
edged with blissl
I'd married that thar beauty, Tom, il that
'lamcl cry Of gold
Hadn't like an ocean billow over all the
country rolled
| caught the fever like the rest, and kissed
the gal goodbye,
An left her standn' in the lane with sad an
fearful eye!
promised to go back, of course, at no great
distant day,
But when man gets in these hills he's liable
to stay
az hunted gold indusirously, but couldn't
make II stake,
An then ! emigratcl hyar, end0lvorin' TO
make
Enough 10 take me home but lailed-an'
then fur Uncle Sam
! started huntin' lnjuns on the trail, an hyar
am.
But some day, Tom, | may go back TO take
peep around
At the Old familiar objects on my early
stampin' ground
90 Look up the gal 2 not much, old pard /;
III bet tibet country school
Is educaiin' kids o hers-whoa, Chief! you
'tarnel fool -
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