Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-05-22
CAMPFIRE STORIES.
"LANKY jim DIDN'T sKEER."

Long an lanky. SIGH was Jim,
Greener than 9 young persimmon
Eyes with sort o skeery glim,
Bsshfuller n most o. wimmen;
Jined US at the startin' out,
Come in homespun to be mustered
just long, green country lout,
Sort o shy, an easy f1ustered.
When he come to camp that day.
Lord: but how rs fellers jeered m,
An the greeny skunk away.
Like as IL our treatment skcered i'm.
But the Colonel sHore i'm in,
An in uniform we gged i'm,
An with a sort o. sneerin' grin
On his brave appearance tUigged i'm
was reckoned az the tough
or our company, an used ter
Play some tricks exceedin' rough
On the awk'ard country rooster;
But be never lost his grip
On his temper fur 4 minute
lie; each slur give i'm slip
Like thar was no insult in IL
Thought we'd have stack o fun
Wen we TUX i'm out 10 drill i'm,
Fur Of Sargent Burlington
Hinted that he d nearly kill i'm;
But the varmint Earned the moves
in a manner most surprlsin'-
Seemed 10 slide a'ong the grooves
o. The manual as slick as pizen.
From the mornin' reveiiie
Crar till taps, almost unceasin'
That poor devil heard from me
In way beyond all reason.
Never let the least chance pass
Fur 10 aggervaie the feller.
But the green. clod-hoppin' ass
Tux 1t all without heller.
When at last the orders come
Fur our regiments advancin',
Squeal O. fife an roll o. drum
Sot each soldiers heart a dancin'.
on We went towards the South
On the steam-cars Jest a kitin',
Every fei!er with his mouth
Dom lots future fightin'.
Wal. a few DAYS ;rave' fOunl
Our big regiment standin'
On the comm battle-ground
Known to fame as Pittsburgh Landin'.
We was placed in the advance,
Though we'd never yit smelt POWDER
But that very circumstance
Made us howl fur fight the louder.
Wen the shells and bullets come
Round our dodgin' heads a-fyin',
An We saw The faces dumb
or the mangl,d dead an dyin',
All the fun o soldicrn'
Left us in holy minute,
An We very plainly seen
The reality that's in it.
Ofcntimes we'd said wat fun
It d be in n time o. battle,
Fur 10 sec OIL Lanky run
Wen the guns begin TO rattle;
But I want to state right here,
To remark it incidental
That the Teller didn't slseer
Worth a cussed continental
Skeer! Not much-he was ahead
Every time we charged the cusses,
Cool nm siddy. like he'd led
Men through dozens o SIGH muses..
Held his ground in bulldog way,
Caught the Ginerar attention,
An on dress parade mex day
Special orders give m mention.
Said as how fur bravery
Which the Gineral had noted,
An fur gallant conduct he
To a Sargent was promoted.
Re- right over us as thought
Mighty little OF OIL Lankv,
An, OF course, some of us got
Purity tolerabls cranky
Thought il WAS 'tarnal shame
That the Gineral d shove US
To the rear, an put h 8 name
In authority above us.
] was hot. and you kin bet
That l run I'M more fused ter,
But my comrades seemed to get
Sort o social with .hc rooster.
Wal, Ihain't much more to say,
'CePt that when the war was ended
An we got back home one day,
An big reception tended,
No one seemed to notice Dls-
led the eyes OF all bcholders;
was was Private Tom MCG,e-
Jim had eagles on his shoulders.
Iptain Jack Crawford, in National Tribune