Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1885-03-06
A Memory.

How, back from the west he soon would
come
And gobble Der up with yum yum yum.
Selahl
hese young men bought claim ia Butte,
ma packed their blankets over the snow.
But Bob was scalped by red Piute,
And forevermore his chin was mute.
but the three that were left you bet were
game,
And they made rush for the placer claim.
Whoopla!
They would hang their coats on a sage
brush limb,
Ere yet the warm sun gan to glow.
Then for rocks and roots they would dive
n and swim
Through the long, long day till the twi-
light dim.
There is nothing like hope and fresh young
blood
To buck against rocks and roots and mud.
You know.
Then the water failed and they riffled
(By the squinteyed moon, twas a lovely
And then they all three went to town,
And they painted it red and blue and
brown. s
A three days run on the banks and bars,
Then they skulked back home with the
quiet stars. ~
Then the mountain fever tackled Jim
And he lay in his bunk for month or two.
His cheek grew pale, his eye grew dim
And they soon piled red earth over him.
They marked the spot with piece of
/ pine t
And to his parents dropped line.
Boo Hoo.
Then seasons went and seasons came
With the same result as the year before
They soon worked out that placer claim
And passed it in at the Monte game.
Then they wrote to the felix's at home and
told a
A great big leon the land of gold.
Tee Hee
Then they took a rancho on the Stanis
laus,
And thought they would send for Suke
and Jane.
They brought horse, pig and cow
!. And figured close on the where and how
And though skies were blue and fields
They longed for the rush of the dark ia
vine.
Hugh ho1
They shouldered their blankets and aIac,
again
They Joined the rush for the fields of gold
They tramped through mud and snow ant
/. rain,
Through days of anguish and nights Q
i pain;
But they found claim and made pile
And again went broke in the same OLE
style.
All me!
One night they daubed some crimson pain
On the good old town of Placerville.
Neither of them could be called saint,
And at sight of danger they did not faint
4 But billiard ball with whirr and wifi
!, Went straight for Jake, and it did the biz
m Hello!
Behind the stove on the saloon floor,
: Lay all that was mortal Of Sukey's low
They pulled him out from the spit and gor
And checked his trunk for that other shor
: Then Bill shed tears as big as plums,
, Saying so long Jake till my time comes.
Encore.
Then Bill struck out for Idaho
In the early spring of '63,
And he still abides in that land of snow
4 And gets drunk every day or so.
q He thinks of Jake and Bob and Jim,
: And wonders when death will call tor hin
Me too.
When there's no more benzine to quaff
: And the big pale boatman" calls tor Bill
: I've promised to write his epitaph,
And I would not make the duffer laugh
In his grave by telling big white lie,
: 20 I'll simply say "Old Stiff, good bye
I Tant Mieux.
" IT'S the same old story DER and DER,
And many Bill and Jake and Jim
: Have cruised along that Dead Sea Sho
G And ate of its fruit and wanted more,
Though it turned to ashes on their lips
While hope went down in dark eclips
Ia Ia.
c ..-......-- Fl. G. T.