The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-01-20
THAT GENTLE BOSTON MAN.
An IdyI of Oregon.

Two webfoot brothers loved fair
! Young lady, rich and coed to see;
And oh, her black abundant hair!
And oh, her wondrous witcheryi
Her father kept cattle farm:
These brothers kept her safe from harm:
From harm Of cattle On the hill;
From thicknecked bulls loud believing
The live-long morning. loud and shrill,
And flashing sides like any thing;
From roaring bulls that tossed the sand
And paved the lilies from the land.
There came third young man. He came
From far and famous Boston town.
He was not handsome, was not game,
But he could cook ga GOOSE as brown
AS any man that set foot on
The sunlit shores of Oregon.
This Boston man he taught the school,
Taught gentleness and love Away;
Sad love and kindness, as rule,
Would ultimately make it pay
He was so gentle, kind, that he
Could make q noun and verb agree.
So when one day the brothers grew
All jealous and did strip to fight,
He gently stood between the two
And meekly told them twas not right.
" I have higher, better plan"
Outspake this gentle, Boston man.
my plan is this: Forget this fray
About that lily hand of hers:
Go take your guns and hunt all day
High up yon lofty mill of frs;
And while you hunt my loving doves,
why, will learn which one she loves"
The brothers sat the windy hill,
\, all,
rher fees crossed their laps, but still
They sat and ghed, and shook with cold
Their hearts lay bleeding far below;
Above them cleaned white peaks of snow.
Their hounds lay COUGHING. slim and neat;
spotted circle in the grass.
Their valley lay beneath their feet;
They heard he wide winged eagles pass;
The eagle cleft the clouds above,
Yet what could they but S gh and love?
I" If could de-" the elder sighed,
my dear young brother here might wed. u
"Oh, would to Heaven 1 had diedw
The younger sighed, with Bonded head.
Then each looked CHI full in the face
And each sprang up and stood in place.
" If could de-" the elder spake,
"Die by your hand, the world would say
twas aCclueuLi anu IOf Hef SAKE
Dear brother, be it so, pray"
" Not that!' the younger nobly said;
Then tossed his gun and turned his head;
And fifty PAGES back he paced,
And as he paced he drew the ball;
Then sudden stopped and wheeled and faceG
His brother 10 the death and fall.
Two shots ran wild upon the ar,
But, 10, the two stood harmless there.
The eagle poised high IA the air;
Far, far below the believing
OF bullocks ceased, and everywhere
Vast silence sat all questioning.
The spotted hounds ran circling round,
Their red, wet noses to the ground.
And now each brother came to know
That each had drawn the deadly ball;
And for that fair girl far below
Had sought in vain TO silent fall.
And then the two did gladly shake,
Aud thus the elder hraVely spake:
"Now les US run right hastily
And tell tine kind schoolmaster all;
YEA yea and If she choose not me,
But all on you her favors fall,
This valiant scene, till all life ends,
Dear brother, binds us best of friends"
Ine MOUNDS spec down spotted line,
The bulls in tall, abundant grass,
Shook back their horns from bloom and vine
And trumpeted to see them pass:
They were so fair, they loved so true,
These brothers scarce knew what to do.
They sought the kind schoolmaster out
AS swift as sweeps the light of morn;
They could but love, they could not doubt
This man so gentle In q horn.
They cried: NOW, whose the lily hand,
That lady's of this webfoot landS'
They bowed before that big-nosed man,
That long-nosed man from Boston town;
They talked as only lovers can;
They talked but he could only frown:
And still they talked, and still they plead;
1t was as pleading with the dead
AT last this Boston man did speak:
Her father has a thousand ceows,
An hundred bulls, all fat and sleek:
II also had this ample heouse,"
The brothers eyes stuck out thereat
so far you night have hung your hat.
u liked the looks of this big heouse--
My lovely boys, won't you come inf
Her father has q thousand ceows,
He also has a heap of tin
The gurl? Oh yes, the guirl, you see,
The guirl just meow she married me-"
joaquin Miller, in Pacific Rurat Press.