The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-06-09
A PICTURE AND A POEM.

in gold, 8 fac simile of the medal which congress voted to him. Under the bust of Grant, almost indiscerni- ble with the naked eye, is the word "Antrobus." This is the name of the artist who was chosen by congress to design the splendid medal. John An trobus lives now at St. Paul, Minn. He is not only great artist, but also great poet. He has painted the por- traits of many of the leading states men, soldiers and literary men of the generation which is just now march, ing down the hill, while his lyric and idyllic work of the brush has given him fame. He has published many poems which have touched the souls of men, and has beside him vast pile of unpublished work of the same character, which will some day be given to the world in grand volume profusely and artistically illustrated by the author.
 Among the poems of Antrobus is one entitled, "The Cowboy" which is remarkably strong, and is great pie ture in itself. He wrote this poem while sojourning at Cheyenne, W. T., few weeks in one summer three or four years ago, and about the same time he conceived the idea of painting the cowboy on canvas amid his natu- ral surroundings. To this end he sketched stretch of the snow capped mountains, bit of plain, herd of cattle and cowboy and his broncho. He has just finished the great work, which is doubtless his master piece It is called "The Cowboy" and that modern centaur occupies the fore- ground in all his bronzed and rugged strength, and in "slouched sombrero, brown chapparejos and clinking spurs," his broncho picketed near at hand, while in the background are the herds and plains and the snow- bon neted mountains, standing like white silhouettes against the clearest skies. The painting is glorious affair, and is sure to attract world wide atten- tion. The canvas is six by eight feet, and the figure of the cow boy is nearly life-size. It will shortly be exhibited at St. Paul, and doubtless, later on, in Chi cago, and it will create 6 sensation. Photogravures of the superb work have been made, with the poem on the same sheet. The poem is a picture, and the picture is poem. These are the words of the poem: THE COWBOY.
 "what care I, what cares he, What cares the world of the life we knowf Little they reck of the shadowless plains, The wild free life as the winds that blow" With his broad sombrero, His worn chapparejos, And clinking spurs; Like Centaur he speeds Where the wild bull feeds;
 And he laughs ha, hai-who cares, who caresi
 Buddy and brown, careless and free king in the saddle-he rides at will Der the measureiess range where rarely change
 The swart gray plains so weird and strange, Treeless, and streamless, and wondrous still | With his slouch sombrero, His torn chapparejos, And ciinking spurs; Like Centaur he speeds Where the wild bulf feeds; And he laughs. ha, ha'-who cares, who caresl
 He of the towns. nc of the East.
 Has only vague, dull thought of him; mythical thing. . thing he deems Hun or Goth .s swsft asd srim' With his stained sombrerO, His rough chapparejos, And clinking spuTs; Like Centaur he spceds, Where the wild bull feeds;
 And he laughs, ha. hai-who cares. who caresi Often alone, his saddle throne, He scans like sheik the numberless herd; Where the buGaio grass and the sage grass In the hot white glare of : eloudlsss sky;
 And the musIc of streams is never beard His brown chapparejos, And clmking spurs; Like Oentanr he speedss
 Where the wild buff feeds;
 Swift and strong. and ever alert,
 Yet s0metimes he rests on the dreary vast;
 And his thoughts, like the thoughts of other Go hack tc his childhood days again.
 And nany loved one !, sss past, Ills rude hepparejos, And clinki.g sparE He rests awhile, With c tear and smile, Then Ae lsughs, ha, hat-who cArea. who