St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-15

Behold In my motto I'm poor single man,
go roaming about oil the days:
There's not one in this world gives damn
about me
AS long as my debts don't pay.
For I'm so shy l almost could cry, when any
young girl see;
To tell you the truth all the friends Of my
youth,
They are ali getting married but me.
CHORUS.
There's the pigs in the Sly, and the birds that
And the fishes that swim in the sea,
There is the dogs and the cats and the mice
aud the rats,
They are ell getting married but me.
But OH amt it awful, when look around
And think on the days that's gone BY
And to see my old COW walking out with the
herd,
But have to walk ont alone.
If there's any young girl that would wish to
be wed,
And if so take a liking to me,
Theirs the dogs and the cats and the mice
and the rats.
They are all getting married but mo.
CHORUS.
There's the pigs in the sty, and the birds that
do fly.
And the fishes that swim in the sea;
There's the cocks and the hens, and the spar
rows and wrens,
There is but one thing that is for me to do,
That is to cross the deep sea.
And to join Brigham Young and mis- Mormon
made band.
And then. oh, how happy I'd be.
There is but one doubt. and pdIike to find out
Whatever the matter may be,
There's the pigs and the cats and the mice
and the rats,
They're all getting married but me.
CHORUS
There's the pigs in that sly and the birds that
do fly.
And the fishes that swim in the sea;
There's the sharks and the whales, and the
snakes and the snails,
They're all getting married but me.
Did space permit. how one might dwell
on the many joyous incidents of that
August outing; the tales that might be
told of the artists moonlight picnic; of
the lunch party and its chaperOne; OF
the unsuccessful foray after big trout;
of the canoe catastrophe at Lake Flor
ence; of the wintergreen lunch at Pres
pect Hill; of the lecture on snakes by
our Southern guest. But each of these
would make another and longer story,
so all cannot be here set down, and they
will therefore each be left TO the loving
memories of those who took part in
them; and surely they will not be fo;-
gotten.
Then on the last day of August tho
flag reluctantly and gracefully slipped
down from its staff, and the last brave
left the camp to plunge again into The
melee of active life.
And now, as l, sitting all alone, set
down these lines of this, the fourth
chronicle, my mind dwells lovingly
upon the band of Brule braves. | seem
to see and hear them all grouped TO-
gether in camp. There is the president.
intent on hospItable cares; the general
manager, beaming with good-fellowshlp
on everything and everybody; the bank
er, quietly preparing for the next days
excursion; the doctor, wandering rest
lessly about in search of an argument
the surgeon, protesting against every
body's disposition; the architect, exam
lining the fireplace; the engineer. figur
ing the elevation of the dam; the
merchant, gravely listening to the
philosophers description of the big
trout that ''broke his leader,'i
while the lawyer, restlessly pacing the
veranda, plaintively replies to the gen.
eral managers inquiry with Nobody
loves me-"
see them all. The bright flame from