Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-09-09
William Brown, of Oregon BY JOAQUIN MILLER.

They called nm IiIIl. the 6lrSd man, But she her name was Mary Jane, The squire's daughter; and to reign The belle from BeI-shc-be to Dan. Her little game. How lovers rash
 Got mittens at the SpclllnE-SchOOll How many mute, inglorous fooll Wrote rhymes and sighed and ddyed-mustacheI The hired man had loved her long,,
 Had loved her best and first and last; Her very garments as she passed For him, had symphony and song. So when one day with brow afrown
 She called him "Bill,' he raised his head, He caught her eye and faltering said, "l love you; and my name is Brown Sbe fairly waltzed with rage; she wept; You would have thought the house on lire. She told her sire, the portly squire, Then smelt her smelling-Salts and slept. Poor William did what could be done;
 He swung pistol on each hip,
 He gatbered up great OK whip And drove toward the setting sun. He crossed the great back bone of earth
 He saw the snowy mountains rolled
 Like mighty pillows; saw the gold Of awful sunsets; SAW the birth Of sudden dawn upon the plain,
 And every night would William Brown
 Eat pork and beans, and then lie down And dream sweet dreams of gentle Jane Her lovers passed. Wolves hunt in packs. They sought for bigger game; somehow They seemed to see above her brow The forky sign Of turkey tracks. The tctcr-board of life goes up
 The teter-board of life goes down,
 The sweetest lace must learn to lfOWut The biggest dog has been pup. o, maidensl pluck not at the air;
 The sweetest flowers have found
 Grow rather close unto the ground, And highest places are most bare Why you had better win the grace
 Of one poor cusSed African,
 Than win thc eyes of every man In love alone with his own fnce. At last she nursed new desire,
 She sighed, she wept for William Brown,
 Q EnipnNI0 Like some great sailing ship on lire. Then rose and checked her trunk right on;
 And in the cars she lunched and lunched,
 And had her ticket punched nd punched, Until she came to Oregon. She reached the limit of the lines,
 She wore blue specks upon her nose,
 Wore rather short and manly clothes, md so set out to reach the mineS- Her right hand held a Testament,
 Her pocket Ecid psraSol, And thus equipped right on she went,
 Went water-prQof and waterfall She met a miner gazing down.,
 Slow stirring something with a spoon;
 70. tell me true and tell lue soon, What has become of William Brown?" He looked askauce beneath her specs,
 Then stirred his cocktail round and round,
 Then raised bis head and sighed profound, And said, lies handed in his checks. Then care fed on her damaged cheek,
 And she grow faint did galhns Jane,
 And smelt her smelling salts in vain. She wandered on weary, worn and weak,
 At last upon hill alone
 She came. and there she sat her down;
 For on that hill there stood a stone, And, lo that stone read, William Brown" 70, William Brownl o. William Brown!
 And here you rest at last,'' she said,
 With this lone stone above your head, And forty miles from any town! will plant cypress trees, l Will, And l will build fence around, And will fertilize the ground With tears enough to turn mill. She wont and got hired man, She brought him forty miles from town, And in the tall grsss sGuattcd down And bade him build as she should plan. But savage cowboys with their bands They saw, and lirriediy they ran And told a bearded cattle man [ Somebody bui!dctf on his lands. | He took his rife from the rack, He girt himself in battle pelt, | He stuck two pistols ill his belt i And, mounting his horses back, He plunged ahead. But when they showed < woman fair, about his eyes He pulled his hat, and be likewise l Pulled at his beard and chewed and chewed. 1 At last he gat him down and spake: 70, lady dear, what de you Ecrer' | II build g. atolnb unto my doas, l plant sweet flowers for his sake |" 1 The bearded man threw his two hands Above his head, then brought them down ! And cried, "Oh, am William Brown, 1 And this ia the cornerstone of my andsP' 1 Her specs fell off her head fell back, Just like some lifted teapot lid: | She screamed, this ancient maiden did, 1 And, fanting, split herself. in fact,
 Hight iu the beard of William Brown, yten al inc Indians were amazed;
 They thought this gentle maiden craZed, | And circing round they sqIattcd down. ! But William was a gentle man; l He badc two Indians cRli the priest,
 lie ba;it two more prepare a feast,
 Then led her. biu~hinY, by the hand.
 Like sOmr swret maiden in sweet May. He was 30 gUot!. he was true,
 FIc f:I not know what eiscto do,
 But led her round and round all day.
 At last th. priest, on spotted mare
 Who ga l1pC3 forty n2:i"s or more,
 He 1auud hem m tEe grasses sore
 And m? iied lsc,a rigat then and there.
 Then .I ts:a cowboys they came down
 ard fcast..d 's ftc Eiytt ad1 .acud, l And all tti0 d;ct-s'rs 6rfpk and danced,
 Ana cried, 'B.,s fajin. William BroNn!''
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