The Southern herald., 1889-08-30
Id s!9!lEa Herald.


F=HNa ~ - 3 |~AHls - 8HaA
- aes,aal western prairie theresa lonely
lltlls grave,
Win wild.rose blooming " ii nOdding in
the suliry gale;
With aameless wooden head-board, rudely
fashioned from . stave,
Almost hidden by the grasses, near q long
neglected traiif
Where he sunshins falls in splendor from the
hazy heavens On high.
Through he whise.Winged heecy oloud-folds, IN
the silence sailing By.
sWho ii sleeping therer' / questioned, as
paused in ID surprise,
Some ones child. some mothers darling,
who from hardships here hath died;"
Btooping down. Iplucked q rosebud turned
away with fearful eyes
And ny weary steed remounting, soon re-
aumcd my lonesome ride:
Andat nightiall after travelling twenty tiresome
miles or more,
approached . sun-browned settler, sitting in
Ms cabin door.
sEgenin', stranger was his greeting, 'goln
70 stop with US a whiles
We h'ain't very much % give you, but you're
welcome 10 part:
Lucia. put the pota bilin' Folks like Us can't
putoR style;
wewho live herein Dakota hev to husls al
The start
Tommy, goan' put his hoss up. In the barracE
over thar;
Tired wal, You jus look like it--Walk right ii
en- take char"
Sitting in bis humble doorway as the darkness
round Us fell
And anieht-bird sailed above us with q mel
ancholy wall;
From mi. book took the rosebud and asked
himi Gan you tell
Who lies buried IN that lonely little grave
beside The trailF
Then his broad breast heayeda moment and al
first be could not speak,
For great sob seemed to choke him and q teal
ran down his cheek.
Lonely little grave. bout 80 long. on the right
hand o the wayi
Yes, made 1t nigh year ago fur our dear
baby Jim;
An you st0p't an picx't this rosebud thar, "a
you come BY to-day;
Thankee for 1t; keep thinkin' dreamin'
day an night o. him,
An this heart o. mine keeps beatin' with q
sort o steady pain,
~ hear him callin' -callin -When'n papa
come againf'
We war movin to this kentry, every thing
was strange an new;
Ridin' In klyered wagon, campin' out as best
we could
Lookin round to hit q homestead-Lskely
claims were far and few,
Fur twas hard git good water an q tim
ber tract fur wood;
1et We hoped TO ind some openin' nigh some
clear an KunnIn' creek;
Wife an | KEEP up our courage till our leetle
boy took sick.
-Iremember that sad mornin' when we stop
ped beside the trad,
Fur the loltin' OF the wagon seemed to take
away his breath,
An his blue eyes lost their brightness an bis
face looked pinched and pale;
WIZ sure from the beginnin' that we had 70
tight with death,
But We did what seemed the best to, yit he
weakened all the day,
And there wuzn't any doctor less'n fifty miles
away.
left 'em In the wagon, Lucia here an
leetle Jim,
Layin' in her lap moanin' ez rode OF ia
the night
For the doctor wuz hopin' could bring him
back to him
Up above the stars were shinin' with kind
o CHASTITY light
An seemed to hear our baby callin', erwin,
out in pain;
Mamma, won't 1t soon be mornin'l When'I
papa come againf'"
'ButI couldn't fetch the doctor-I JUS tod
him what knew,
An he give me sumphin' fur him thet tho't
nd do him good,
Then started back at sunrise when the grass
wuz wet with dew.
Ikep' thinkin, hopin', prayin'-an' hurried
all Icould
Fur hcerd the baby callin', could hear hin
clear an plain;
Mamma -mamma-where is papa-when'l
papa come againg'
ssWhen I got there 1t was sunset, red an golt
In oil the skies:
Ez slept upon the wagon, little baby jim
t0see
He Jess started up moment with strange
look inhls eyes,
Reachin' out his slender withered, feeble
tremblin' hands tome,
Ez the light shown In upon him an he spoke
out clear and plain:
Ts been waiiin' fur you, papa an Iknew you'd
come again.
Then his bright blue eyes got DINNER, fui
ther' came asudden change
An he lay ther white an quiet loolrin' jesi
ezif he smiled,
When We sOt there in the wagon with feelin
new an strange.
LoneIy-lonely, o, how onely.--Hev you evei
lost childg
Yes, We buried him out yOnder, in among thu
prairie flowers,
An VIC hope some day to lay him near to thii
new home OF ourA
.When the sun goes down ct evenin' ez sci
here all alone,
When the red an gold are glist'nin' brightly
in the Western sky,
When acrost the lonely prairie can hear the
sad wind moan.
When lis'n 10 the crielkets an the night
birds lonesome cry.
An raise my eyes up yonder--I can hear him
clear an plain,
Calm, callin'; 'Whsn'll papa come again y"
.-Eu0Ana I Hall In Onoa yVoa1r