Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1880-09-25
the SCuuIS IN CAMP.

'.Pile or few more pine knots. Tom; il snap
The wind from Rocky Canon comes with keen
est kind o. bite
Let's hev rousin' old camp fire, an then We'll
Please hand my rifle over hyar-must keep my
paw on that!
feller doesn't alters know jlst when he'll
Jist when the cussed Injun sneuks ar huntln'
after fun.
Light up yer pipe. old pardner. thar's nuthn'
To ill the Intern ission that's atween each yarn
or Joke.
81 don't know what's got inter me. fur ON the
My thoughts he1 bin scoutin, 'round a camp
A camp thet's in Gods country" near thet
bright OHIO stream,
An the mem ries of the past KEEP crowdin' on
seed the old log farm house. whar' spent my
The school house with it's noisy crew; the boys
could see the old red meetin' house, whar'
once lined the CHURCH
Stood In with pious folks. while. then left 'em
ICED bless that old red msetln' house! 1 tell
+ ye, Tom, it makes
My heart heat up with warmest love. and every
When sa mem rH ries Shoot across my tr4i of all tn.
Afore jined the gin 'ral rush in .he '4s stam-
pedel
cVhoa chief! you cussed idiot! Don't Jump
Best I'LL yerself with grass-whoa boy! jist quit
thet snortin round!
Git back thar to yer grazin'-that war wolf
Or else the hootin of an owl, or Auttering of a
birdD
"As war sayIn'. Tenn, used to listen to the
talk,
When the old gray,headed preacher told US how
| II ever thar war a righteous man pn back old
Parson Hurd
Agin the finest Gospel sharp that ever slung the
He wa mt as eloquent as some, and dld't wear
| sich clothes
As them that hung gold spectacles across q
Bat when it comes to Gospel talk thes overlook
The old man bulged away ahead. an played a
leadin' part!
when growed to be eighteen, or 80, mind
An hear the parson drawin' consolation from
the writ;
But some how or another. no matter how tried
| coulun'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,
! a wonderln' arter meetIn'a out, who'd ketcf
| the smartest beaus!
This heart o, mined beat tattoo when I'D git
From daisy with her face half hid behind he
sinGin' book!
"An' when the benedction an doxolOgy wa
played
We'd draw up In line outside the door, an
| oh, how 'fraid
l used ter feel, afore my turn, as each success
i've beau
Marched out o. ranks up to his gal, an crooke,
| his arm, ye knowt
But arter hOOkn' ou myself, am startin' dow,
| the lane
| Toward her daddy's farm, my courage all cam
| back again,
, An then we'd laugh, an chat, an sing, an
squeeze each others hands,
| And say thousand things that none but lover
understand!
II had the sweetest little gal that ever sluns
, kiss,
! And the days spent sparkn' war all gilt
edged with bliss!
1'd married that thar beauty Tom, if that tar
nal cry of gold
: Hadn't like an ocean billsw over all the countr
rolled!
: caught the fever, like the rest, an kissed tn
gal goodbye.
An lett her standin' in the lane with sad m
promised to 60 back. of course, ut no sres
distant day.
II hunted gold industriously, but couldn
An then emigrated hyar, 'endeavorin' to max
Enough to take me home. but failed-an' the
= fur Uncle Sam
t started huntin' Injuns on the trail, an hyar
n But some day, Tom. may 90 back to take
It peep around
:. AT the old familiar objects on my early STAN,
= 'Look up thet gal 2' not much old pard I,
: bet that country school
:. Is educatln kids o. hers-whoa, Chief yo
- tarEal fool!
It Wyoming Kit. F." in Detroit Free Press.