Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1880-06-16
TIE GUARDIAN.
TINE SCOUTS IN CAMP.

l"WyominG All, IN Detroit rreo iIosS'J
"PSe on . few more pine knots, Tom; it's
suappin' cold tonight
The wind from Rocky Canon comes with
ke-nest kind o. bite
Lets hcv a rousin' old camp hre, an then
we'll hev chat;
Please hand my rifle over hyar-mnst Keep
A TELLER doesn't alters know jist when he'll
need his gun
Jist when the cus,ed lnjun sneaks ar
buntin art-r fun.
Light up yer pipe, old pardner. tharsnoth-
IN like n smoke
To Ill the interinission thets atween each
yarn or joke.
II don't know what's got inter me, fur on
the trail to-day,
Ny thoughts hev bin scoutin', round q
camp thet's far away!
A camp thets in Gods country near tibet
bright Ohio stream,
An the mem'ries If the past KEEP crowdin'
on me like dream!
seed the old log farm house, whar' Ispent
my early days.
The school house with its noisy crow; the
boys in all their plays,
l could see the old red mcctin' house, whar
once jincd the church.
Stood In with piUus folks q whifc, then left
'em in the lurch.
GOD bless that old red neetin' house. !
tell We, Tom, it makes
Ny heart heat up with warmest love, an
every fiber quakes,
When mrin'rics shoot across my trail, of all
the Joys seed,
Afore | jin-d the gen'ral rush in the 40
stampede!
(Uhoa, chief, you cussed idiot! Don't jump
at every sound.
Beat al yer-elf with grass whoa, boy jist
quit tibet snortin round!
Git back thar Ia yer grazin-that war a
wolf you heard
Of a birlD
As war -ayin'. Tom, used to listen to
the talk
When the old gray headed preacher told u-
how Ia toe the chalk.
II ever thar war IA righteous man I'll back
old rarson Hurd
Agin tho iycst Gospel sharp tibet ever slnng
the Word!
lie want ~ eloquent ~ some, nm didn't
wear sich clothes
As them tibet hung gold spectacle acros- u
pions nose;
~
overlook the heart,
The old man bulged away ahead, an played
leadin' part!
"whcn | growrd to be eighteen, or SO,
mind used ter sit
An hear the paison drawin' consolation
from the writ;
But somehow or another, no matter how |
tried,
| couldn't keep these eyes % mincfrom wan
dcrln' To the side
Whar all the country gals II sit in the best
o Sunday clothes,
A wuudcrin' aftrr mcrtin'S ont, who'd
ketch the smartc-t beans
This heart o mine II beat tattoo when Id
git lovin' look
From a daisy with farc half hid behind
her -ingin' book!
An when the bcnrdiction an Doxolugy
war played
We'd draw mp III line outside the door,
an oh, how 'fraid
used ter feel, afotr my turn. az each sue
cr-sivr beau
Marched out ~ ranks up tn his gal, an
crooked his arm, yr know,
Hut arter hookin' on myself, an startin'
down the lane
Toward her daddNs farm, my courage all
came back again,
An then we'd laugh, an chat, nm sing, an
squeeze each others hand,
An say thnusan' things that none hut
lovers understand,
II had the sweetest little gal that ever
-lung kiss.
An the days spent a sparkiu' war all gilt
edged with bliss.
Id married that thar beauty, Tom, ii
that 'tarnal cry of gold
Hadn't like an ocean bllow over all the
country rolled
caught the fever, like the rest, an kissed
the gal goodbye,
An left her staudn' in the lane with sad
and fearful eye
promised to go back, Of course, At no great
distant day,
But when u man gets IN these hills he's LA.
bic 10 stay.
II hunted gold industriously, bni couldn't
make n stake,
An then cmigratcd hyer, rudeavorin' ter
make
Enough to take me home, hut failed an
then fur Uncle sam
| started huntin lniuus on the trail, an
hyar am,
But some day, Tom, may 80 back to take
apecp around
At the old familiar objects on my early
stampiu ground
"Look mp tibet galr not much, old parl;
I'll bet tibet country school
i cducatin' kids e hcrs-whoa Chief! you
'tarnal fool"