Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1881-05-10
THE RAyEN.
AZ A pucHMAN SAW 1T.

A
yonce upon Won midnite dreary, as pondered,
weak and weary.
Ofer many glass uf lager vot drank in days
uf yore;
In my ped vos faschd nabbing. ven dream
herdt some dapping,
As If some Won gently drowning brickbats at my
voodshed door;
Dis dot Snyder poy muttered, trying to preak
my voodshed door.
Only dis und noding more.
Yah, diadinctly remember, i'd vos in dot pleak
Und each sebarate, dying ember vos gone oud
long pefore.
Dot hide felt quoide heardy, yer Louise vent
to a hardy,
Und uf counsel drank more lager as meier did
pefore,
Bud schtill know dot Something's schstruck
my voodshed door,
Only dot und noding more.
From oud mine ped makes Won shump, und
see vot vas dis drubble.
Mine Got vot makes mine legs so veak7
feel not SO pefore;
I scharce could valk-I could not talk, mine
mindt vas in a muddle;
But dought twas Johnny Snyder drying to
open seized mine door.
Und NIT abbage-sthumbst to hit me as he ofden
doned pefore.
Dis 1 said, und noding moro.
Ply und py vos got PRAYER. den dakes mine
gun and saber.
Und schIoly walks midout my pants up to mine
voodshed door:
Und dare fur Won half hour shtood mitout no
power
So weak I vos I could not lift mine handts up
any more;
Put at vonce L got more ploder, und opened
vide de door!
Plack as darkness, noding more!
Deep indo dot placknsss peeping. all around'
my voodshed creeping,
Dreaming dreams no Dutchman eter dare tt
dream pefore.
De silence vas unproken und de stiffness gav'
no doken,
Put hear ,somepody spoken. "You viii var
dem pants no more!"
'vot ish dot?" I cried, und someding answer
ed pack de word. "Nomore!
Merely dis, and noding more.
Pack into mine bedroom burning, all mine sou
NIT in me purning,
Den vonce more I hurt dapping. somedinl
louder as before.
Now cries oud "Dunder vedder! Vot the di
vii ish der madden?
Surely dis amt Johnny Snyder hitting cabbag
NIT mine doorI
No! dink dose cannot pc, for Ipet, py gimi
nee,
'Dwas de Wind, und noding more.
Oben here flung mine window, ven dare all a
vonce came indo
A ding yust like a pig plack cat dot meier SAY
pefore.
Won vearful wink he gate me. not Won momen
stopped nor sdayed he.
His pack he humpeu und den he jumped upo
mine bedroom door,
We're mine Sunday pants vas hanging yus
across mine bedroom door.
Dare he sot, und noding more.
De air den vos so funny, for it schmells no NOR
like honey,
Und den squeese mine nose hard until it vo
guide sore
Den vonce cried init all my mide: Il van
to ware mine pants to hide.
Und uf you dink dot vas joking, chust chum
down off dot doorV
Again 1 heard it gendly say, 'You will var
dem pants no more"
Dis it said. und nodins more.
"Prond," said I. "ding uf ell! Proud sdill,
dorg or devil,
For vat you comes into mine housef I var
You here no more:
Leafe no ding here rs u doken Of dot lie vic
you haf spoken!
You go home, vos not joking, as tole 20
vonce pefore
Chust dake dot schmell from oud mine hous
und jump down from or dot door
But it vinked und said no more.
Now to all vot have mention, 1t paid no grea
attention,
Und den vos got madden as meier got before
Mine plood vas hot as polling. mine Sunda
pants schpoiling
Around dot plack ding coiling upon mine pee
room door;
Den NIT Won vearful schtroke I schtruck,
veil down on de floor!
'Dwas a sckunk, und noding more.
IN. Y. Clipper.